I was in my way home when I had a phone call from my mother absolutely hysterical crying, wailing Dot, one of our most unique ducklings had died. I rushed home and can see she has a broken neck. My mother thinks Myrtle stood on her accidentally. We are devestated. My mother’s sobbing her eyes out. Dot was her favourite one. Can’t believe I had six when I left for uni this morning and now I have five. IF only I’d stayed at home. I was out two hours I’m devestated