I havent talked about how I lost Fred... Only my family knows the horrid details, but I will tell you guys now. This is hard for me because I still see it vividly in my mind.
We added 2 ducks to our original 2 (Sketchy and Fred). Sketchy hated the new ducks, but Fred loved them and welcomed them so she fallowed the drake around. Sketchy only liked Fred but stayed close with the others to protect Fred since she had a bum leg and was a bit slow. Rocky (the new drake) led the girls out... Not just out, across the street. I saw them and went over to gather them up and escort them across and back to their area. The two new ones were behing me, sketchy and Fred were crossing. I was in the road. Someone was coming down the road, fast. I stepped back and waved... The person kept coming and swerved to rum my Fred over. They drove over the double yellow to hit her intentionally. And kept hoof. I saw it, my 4 year old son saw it and sketchy saw it. Sketch spent the rest of that day breaking out and running to the road quacking and honking frantically for Fred. She didn't eat for days, she wouldn't swim. She would lay next to her pond. After about a week she got back to her normal self but she now likes the 2 new ducks. I worried about her and my husband worried too. So it takes a while but they do move on.
BTW, sketch is the houdini of ducks, she can break out of anything and everything. Rocky taught her...