I'm only catching the tail end of this thread, but we had a pet duck for quite a few years! Her name was Jemima (after Beatrix Potter) and she was a newborn freshly hatched duckling swept from a nest along a nearby river. We were fishing with friends/aka drinking, and throwing worms into the waterbut I'll never forget our friend saying JAN..GET OUT OF THE WATER...SOMETHINGS COMING AT YOU"! My eyesight was, and still is incredible, and I saw this newborn mallard duckling being swept by the current. Grabbed her up...and yup...I was mama.
We did try to find a suitable nest for over an hour around the marsh, but alas, ended up taking her home. One cute duckling, and sadly she ws scared to death of her own kind! I tried numerous times to fix her up with a flock of mallards, but it didn't work. We had her for quite a few years, and I might add, she was highly intelligent! One of the RB cats we had "Y" ripped her across the bill one day. Jemima recognized him from the other 2 residing in the apt. and cornered him and went and beat the daylights out of him a month + later! She was never messed with again! Anyway...duck, duck, duck...goose! I'll duck outta here before I get in trouble....but give me anything that's intoxicating. I'd like to become "comfortably numb"..in ode to the "Who"
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