This week I got a call with bad news. One of my ducks was dead and the other couldn’t get up. I promptly came to the rescue, trying to fix the problem but it was too late. We got the surviving one to the vet but he still passed away; he had gotten an infection that wasn’t correctable.
I still don’t know the cause but suspect a wild animal is to blame. I wish now that I had done more to make sure that nothing could get to them but hind-sight is always 20/20.
To this, I pray that they rest in peace and have gone to that big pond in the sky!
I will always love and miss you Donald and Quackers!
