R.I.P. Pippin and Duck
This morning Phil went outside to find that two of his three ducks have disappeared. Lillian was sat in the middle of the garden very traumatized. He (yes its a he, we didnt know the sex when we named him), was sat still, shaking, unable to quack from what ever it was that happened to those poor souls last night. Phil is currently nursing him back to health, although he is still not moving, or making any noise, only able to drink water i hope that he makes a speedy recovery. Phil is in a similar state, he loved the ducks, and so did i. As they were born after i came down to Cardiff i didnt really have much to do with them, but since going home for three weeks and watching them chase eachother round the garden they have become a pet, and i am really upset that two of them have gone. I doubt Lillian will ever be the same now. Although there isnt any clues as to what may have happened (no feathers, blood, suicide notes), Phil is pretty sure that a fox has taken them. Ill miss them lots, its sad but its true.
They were good ducks.
liam
They were good ducks.
liam