Today is a very sad day... After I rode my horse I went out to visit the three ducks I hatched; Dave, Haystack, and Scuttle. And something wasn't right. First of all, Haystack was out of the enclosure, laying next to the fence. Scuttle was next to him on the other side of the fence. Then I started thinking "Where's Dave?!" I think I actually said it out loud. I picked up Scuttle with a sinking feeling in my heart and started looking for Dave. I soon found her, but it wasn't a happy reunion. Something killed my littlest duck, dragged her to the other end of their enclosure, and just left the body. I've never felt so bad about the death of one of my ducks before. It's not the same without her, and I have to say she was my favorite of them all. And now I noticed that Scuttle is limping and has a small wound under her wing. They're locked inside for the night and we're going to secure the area some more. But I don't know how to make myself feel better. But here's to Dave; a duck with the wrong gender name, a duck that always had the silliest expression, and never seemed to grow much. The cutest little duck I've ever known. I'll miss you little duck.