Ducks

In the production animal class I'm taking, we are raising ducks and chickens. The chickens haven't hatched yet, but we got the ducks several weekends ago. Well on the first weekend, (which was several weekends ago) I got to take them home. Everything was going great and then on Saturday all hell broke loose.

The ducks had been totally fine on Thursday, and Friday. Saturday I got up really early for work, refilled their food and water and went on my way. Tony left the house shortly after me at about 8a.m. He also refilled their water and went on his way. I got home at about 4:15 to find that one of the ducks was dead.

Up until this point both ducks had been alert and quacking and walking around. I of course immediately burst into tears, while checking to see if the little duck really was dead, then Tony came home minutes later, I cried some more, then I tried to get a hold of my teachers to see what they wanted me to do with the duck.

After talking to two of my teachers on the phone, crying to both of them, it was decided to wrap up the little ducky and put her in the fridge. Monday there would be a necropsy done on her.

So needless to say the rest of my weekend wasn't very exciting. I was then paranoid that the other duck would die and checked on her about a million times a day. She got lots of attention and play time and I'm glad she is still alive.