Okay, as some of you may know I was already having a tough week as I lost one of my favorite ducks to a leg injury that spread to the rest of her body. Last Friday I thought I had lost yet another. I was preparing to go out of town for the weekend and when I went to check on the kids I found that Nike was missing. Nike is the only indian runner I have so he was rather noticable. We had thought that he had either gotten lost or eaten and I spent a weekend away very bummed. This morning my fiance woke me up to tell me that as he was mowing the lawn he moved an overturned wooden box next to the coop and out sprung nike! He must have gotten caught under it last Friday and been there for days unnoticed. He went right to the water and feed and gobbled it down. he looks a little thin and weary but we think he'll recover from the ordeal just fine.
Shoulda named him Houdini.
Shoulda named him Houdini.
