I'd like you tell you of Jamie. We adoped him years back his mate had been killed, wifey drove up to the north side of the lake to pick him up. He was a great looking mallard. We bought a young female mallard and she was all over him. Patd is duck in Armenian, Potdair is ducks, so we named them James and lilly Pottair after Harry's parents. He loved wifey, did a dance for her each time he saw her. He was a bit arthritic. Took on a giant rooster we had, fought him until we dressed out the roo for breaking and eating eggs. We went overnight to the lower ranch, wifey was concerned, Jamie hadn't come to her when they were feeding before we left. The next day, as soon as we arrived home, wife called " Jamie. Our McNabb Border Collie, who stays with the animals at night and when we are gone, brought Jamie, he had died several hours earlier. Lilly is out there in the barn with her head under her wing, didn't come out, to say hello, at feeding time this morning. Give us yee Jamie, we hardly knew yee. Akch, we'll miss him.