
I've had my first death today and I'm feeling awful.
I have (had) 5 teenager ducks who always hang out by the chicken coop and their turtle pool during the day.
Today I finally let them go down to the creek.
They were back and forth all day from the creek back up to the house.
I came out to have my afternoon tea with them like I always do and there were only 4?
I went back down to the creek and heard rustling in the cattails -- look over to the shore and see my duck "Major Bedhead" laying on his back, legs straight but I couldn't see his head cuz it was in the weeds (sort of on shore)
Whatever it was, was trying to pull my duck up from the water. I watched it trying to drag him like a horror movie flick. Yet the entire time I did not see the predator?
I ran to grab my shovel ( I guess in the back of my mind I was going to pummel the murderer lurking amongst the weed bed....)
Alas my duck was just out of reach.....
So my son threw rocks while I ran and grabbed my black lab "Buster"
He's not a hunter but I said "go get my duck for me buddy, go get him"
In an instant- and it could only be a bit of instinct and his sense of sadness - he walked over and ever so gently grabbed Major Bedhead in his soft mouth, brought him all the way back to me and laid him at my feet.
Never retrieving anything for me but tennis balls and sticks I sobbed like a child. So sad I lost my duck, feeling it was my fault and having such a kind soul in a furry friend.
Thanks for listening
just feeling really blue
Kerri