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I got him a female Khaki Campbell for a girlfriend when he got older. Mel was a wild mallard, he could fly like the wind, but he never left the farm. Every night I would pick him up and put him in his raccoon proof pen, and when phoebe came, my mom had to help me because she wasn't quite as tame. Mel and Phoebe had a clutch of 10 or 12 babies and that was so fun. We had an old bathtub outside and I set up a ramp and she would take them swimming in the bathtub. The babies would follow Phoebe around walking all in a line pit pat pit pat, and Mel was usually around keeping watch. But it made for a lot more work putting them away at night and eventually mom found a home for the youngsters. One night I was a bit late getting out to put them away and Mel was not anywhere to be seen. I called and called... and then I found the feathers. I frantically kept looking, but he was gone. I don't think I had ever experienced such a gut wrenching feeling. I walked out to end of the orchard and was hugging a post at the edge of the training ring, sobbing like I never had before. It was terrible. I couldn't stop thinking about what Mel must have felt and how it was my fault for being late. I didn't want more ducks after that and Phoebe couldn't stay alone, so we found a home for her. Their pen stayed out there for years, left as it was that day. Wasn't until just a couple years ago I helped dad cut away all the berries and other plants that grew up around it, and we took it apart and cleared it away. I still have the roll of wire.
haha... you asked. sniff sniff
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