This morning I saw nothing at the pond. Later during the afternoon we had rain and I was so relieved - at least it was enough to make a puddle or two. After I had finished at the workshop this evening I went back, to find adult moorhen enjoying the dampness. I had not been there long when one of the birds alarm called and dashed for cover, and then took off in flight. I only just caught it on camera. Then the other birds flew off.
Then I saw the culprit - in an out of the reeds at the pond edge and scampering across the mud.
There was no sign of the egg, or the dead chick I saw yesterday, but plenty tracks.
The stoat caught wind of me and disappeared. I waited for some time, and heard Moorhen calls, and thought I heard chick noises, but cannot be sure. A nearby tree hosts a sparrow-hawk nest and the young make constant calls, and birds mob the parents who yell in reply. The odds seem rather stacked against this little chick - though I am keeping fingers crossed.