Gone are Affie, Baby Girl, and my big bitey jerky gander Bitor. I really loved him, for all that he was a bitey jerk. He had one hell of a personality. Sweet Girl passed a couple months ago, and we couldn't find a mark on her. We figured there must have just been something wrong with her, but perhaps that had been a bobcat too.
Took precautions, weren't good enough. Damn cat came within 30 yards of our house. Don't know why it went after the geese instead of the ducks. We ended up moving what fowl were left (the 3 ducks) to the pen next to the house.
Hubby went out and bought a furtaker's license and a bobcat card. We'd determined it was a bobcat due to pics on game cams we'd set out. Over the first weekend he had it, he got not one... but TWO freaking bobcats. Both females. @$#%@#$%#$ A friend of ours is a rather good hobby taxidermist, and we're gonna get his help to cure the pelts.
I've decided that I won't have any more farm critters that are "pets". We can't make our critter areas absolutely impenetrable. Don't ask why or berate that I don't. It's just not currently feasible, and I'll leave it at that.
RIP my little goose babies.