Life was going on, normal day to day that is so often taken for granted, when this happened:
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It wasn’t a predator; it was the geese. Somehow the poor girls got in the goose pen last night and they were found cowering in the goose hut (that the geese don’t enter) this morning. We washed the wounds and and will apply antibacterial spray tomorrow. I should have got some earlier, but no one ever gets hurt like this…until they do.
Poor Henry was sitting alone by the pen quacking sadly for his girls; it was enough to make you cry.
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They’re all together in the basement until I get the hole fixed between the two pens that the poor ducks somehow blundered through. Henry’s glad to be back with Winnie and Hilda.
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