The Duck Thread

[Julie Birb]

Thank you. I feel stupid for crying over a duck. The silly things make you love them

Do not ever feel stupid. She was not just a duck. She was your sweet and precious baby that you loved very much. I am so sorry to read of her passing. I read the post at work and actually teared up over it and I've never met her. I am glad you and your husband got some loving in with her before she went. Precious Waffles. She gets my love wherever her spirit is.

 

[Julie Birb]

Good point.. Probably wouldn't be a great idea

Thanks



This is my trio

Very cute trio. I love their huggable duck bodies.

 

[Julie Birb]

I'll plan on picking you up at the airport!

YEEHAW. Thank you. We will have so much fun

 

[MandyJ]

Well, I've lost my favorite duck today. Waffles, the pekin in my avatar, died in her sleep last night. I've never lost an adult duck before, let alone my favorite one. She was the nicest out of all my ducks, and would eat out of my hand and talk to me.

I got her in September 2014, along with her mallard mate, Potato. They were our first ducks. We don't know how old she was, but we were told she was one of those Easter ducks, a child's pet until she grew up, and then shoved in a tiny dog cage all alone. Her legs were horribly crooked from living in that cage for so long. She was crippled by it. She was very scared of people when I got her. But over the past year and a half I have been working with her, and had made such progress that she would rush up to me and only eat treats from my hand, not the ground like all the others. Of course she was the loudest too, and would talk back to us. None of my other ducks have anywhere close to the amount of personality she had.

I don't know why she died. Just one of those things probably. Everyone else is healthy. She had a heated coop. She's always been the slow one, with her crooked legs, and could never stand long. And she could have been ten years old for all I know. She had a weird black tumor thing on her breast too. But it never caused her pain and never seemed to bother her. My husband said she was acting overly nice last night, letting him approach her and pet her without running away, which is highly uncharacteristic. She must not have been feeling well, or just knew it was her time the way animals do. I feel really bad for Potato. He was devoted to her. They were inseparable.

The strange thing is, I picked her up a couple days ago. I haven't picked up any of my ducks in a while, but for some reason, I just felt like holding her. I sat with her for a few minutes petting her and gave her a kiss. I don't know why. I only catch my ducks when I have to because I don't like to stress them unnecessarily. I am glad I did but I didn't know it was goodbye. This sucks. A lot.

I am so sorry for you loss! It's hard! I agree I feel for her partner. Hopefully you have other ducks he can pal around with. Hang in there!

 

[MandyJ]

Thank you. I feel stupid for crying over a duck. The silly things make you love them

Not silly, just caring!

 

[Amiga]

Well, I've lost my favorite duck today. Waffles, the pekin in my avatar, died in her sleep last night. I've never lost an adult duck before, let alone my favorite one. She was the nicest out of all my ducks, and would eat out of my hand and talk to me.

I got her in September 2014, along with her mallard mate, Potato. They were our first ducks. We don't know how old she was, but we were told she was one of those Easter ducks, a child's pet until she grew up, and then shoved in a tiny dog cage all alone. Her legs were horribly crooked from living in that cage for so long. She was crippled by it. She was very scared of people when I got her. But over the past year and a half I have been working with her, and had made such progress that she would rush up to me and only eat treats from my hand, not the ground like all the others. Of course she was the loudest too, and would talk back to us. None of my other ducks have anywhere close to the amount of personality she had.

I don't know why she died. Just one of those things probably. Everyone else is healthy. She had a heated coop. She's always been the slow one, with her crooked legs, and could never stand long. And she could have been ten years old for all I know. She had a weird black tumor thing on her breast too. But it never caused her pain and never seemed to bother her. My husband said she was acting overly nice last night, letting him approach her and pet her without running away, which is highly uncharacteristic. She must not have been feeling well, or just knew it was her time the way animals do. I feel really bad for Potato. He was devoted to her. They were inseparable.

The strange thing is, I picked her up a couple days ago. I haven't picked up any of my ducks in a while, but for some reason, I just felt like holding her. I sat with her for a few minutes petting her and gave her a kiss. I don't know why. I only catch my ducks when I have to because I don't like to stress them unnecessarily. I am glad I did but I didn't know it was goodbye. This sucks. A lot.

 

[needlessjunk]

Well, I've lost my favorite duck today. Waffles, the pekin in my avatar, died in her sleep last night. I've never lost an adult duck before, let alone my favorite one. She was the nicest out of all my ducks, and would eat out of my hand and talk to me.

I got her in September 2014, along with her mallard mate, Potato. They were our first ducks. We don't know how old she was, but we were told she was one of those Easter ducks, a child's pet until she grew up, and then shoved in a tiny dog cage all alone. Her legs were horribly crooked from living in that cage for so long. She was crippled by it. She was very scared of people when I got her. But over the past year and a half I have been working with her, and had made such progress that she would rush up to me and only eat treats from my hand, not the ground like all the others. Of course she was the loudest too, and would talk back to us. None of my other ducks have anywhere close to the amount of personality she had.

I don't know why she died. Just one of those things probably. Everyone else is healthy. She had a heated coop. She's always been the slow one, with her crooked legs, and could never stand long. And she could have been ten years old for all I know. She had a weird black tumor thing on her breast too. But it never caused her pain and never seemed to bother her. My husband said she was acting overly nice last night, letting him approach her and pet her without running away, which is highly uncharacteristic. She must not have been feeling well, or just knew it was her time the way animals do. I feel really bad for Potato. He was devoted to her. They were inseparable.

The strange thing is, I picked her up a couple days ago. I haven't picked up any of my ducks in a while, but for some reason, I just felt like holding her. I sat with her for a few minutes petting her and gave her a kiss. I don't know why. I only catch my ducks when I have to because I don't like to stress them unnecessarily. I am glad I did but I didn't know it was goodbye. This sucks. A lot.

I remember when you got them. I'm sorry but you gave her such a wonderful life.

 

[WVduckchick]

Well, I've lost my favorite duck today. Waffles, the pekin in my avatar, died in her sleep last night. I've never lost an adult duck before, let alone my favorite one. She was the nicest out of all my ducks, and would eat out of my hand and talk to me.

I got her in September 2014, along with her mallard mate, Potato. They were our first ducks. We don't know how old she was, but we were told she was one of those Easter ducks, a child's pet until she grew up, and then shoved in a tiny dog cage all alone. Her legs were horribly crooked from living in that cage for so long. She was crippled by it. She was very scared of people when I got her. But over the past year and a half I have been working with her, and had made such progress that she would rush up to me and only eat treats from my hand, not the ground like all the others. Of course she was the loudest too, and would talk back to us. None of my other ducks have anywhere close to the amount of personality she had.

I don't know why she died. Just one of those things probably. Everyone else is healthy. She had a heated coop. She's always been the slow one, with her crooked legs, and could never stand long. And she could have been ten years old for all I know. She had a weird black tumor thing on her breast too. But it never caused her pain and never seemed to bother her. My husband said she was acting overly nice last night, letting him approach her and pet her without running away, which is highly uncharacteristic. She must not have been feeling well, or just knew it was her time the way animals do. I feel really bad for Potato. He was devoted to her. They were inseparable.

The strange thing is, I picked her up a couple days ago. I haven't picked up any of my ducks in a while, but for some reason, I just felt like holding her. I sat with her for a few minutes petting her and gave her a kiss. I don't know why. I only catch my ducks when I have to because I don't like to stress them unnecessarily. I am glad I did but I didn't know it was goodbye. This sucks. A lot.

Oh my goodness.... I have no words...

 

[Lamaremybabies]

Very cute trio. I love their huggable duck bodies.

Thanks. I do too! xD

 

[Lamaremybabies]

Thank you. I feel stupid for crying over a duck. The silly things make you love them

There is absolutely nothing stupid about crying. It just means you care.