I just got home today, from staying with some relatives. When I got home, my mom told me that one of my ducks has passed on to the rainbow bridge. Unfortunalty, he was killed, in a slow death. The other two ducks killed him. I don't want to give you a gross picture, but my grandpa said that the other ducks plucked his feathers on his neck and picked at him until they were down to his vertibra. Not exactly sure if they did all this in one day, because my grandpa was supposed to be watching all the animals while we were gone. I'm not blaming him though. Rest in peace little guy.. I hope you had a good life while you were here!