Well, I came home a little later than I intended to last evening, and am so irritated that I did!
As I was rounding up the ducks to put them away for the night, I saw a dark lump in the corner of the field. I went over to it with some misgivings and discovered that my sweet Cayuga boy had been attacked by something. He was barely alive, and, since there wasn't anything to be done, I held him as he died
. The "funeral" is to be held today; he will be buried in the ducky graveyard with those unfortunate others who have all seen bobcats at one time or another.
It's sad because the little Buff friend he grew up with was looking all over for him today. He really misses his buddy.
Although this has been a depressing occurrence, I am getting 11 more ducklings from Metzer Farms. Whoo boy! Seems I can't figure out whether to be happy or sad!
I think I'll go with sad until the ducklings actually arrive.
It's sad because the little Buff friend he grew up with was looking all over for him today. He really misses his buddy.
Although this has been a depressing occurrence, I am getting 11 more ducklings from Metzer Farms. Whoo boy! Seems I can't figure out whether to be happy or sad!
