One Week Later
It's been one week since I lost my ducklings. Yesterday morning, I broke into tears spontaneously in the morning, just thinking about them. And I think I know why they mean so much. I have no children, and never will. All my pets are so obviously child substitutes. I need something to care for, to nurture.
And yesterday morning I thought of the runt of the hatching. She was rescued twice by my -- once when she got into next door's backyard (I don't know how), and their cat Poo was moving in, and later when she almost drowned in a bath tub (I blow-dried her out). And all for naught.
The drakes were acting up today. This morning Howard and Inkil (Howard's son) were fighting. This evening they were fighting as well, when I put them in the pen. I ended up putting them both out of the pen, with two other drakes, and pouring water on them both. They settled down preening themselves, and then I put Howard back in a pen. Bloody boofy ducks!
And yesterday morning I thought of the runt of the hatching. She was rescued twice by my -- once when she got into next door's backyard (I don't know how), and their cat Poo was moving in, and later when she almost drowned in a bath tub (I blow-dried her out). And all for naught.
The drakes were acting up today. This morning Howard and Inkil (Howard's son) were fighting. This evening they were fighting as well, when I put them in the pen. I ended up putting them both out of the pen, with two other drakes, and pouring water on them both. They settled down preening themselves, and then I put Howard back in a pen. Bloody boofy ducks!