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crazychicknladyOur oldest duck, Fang, the fawn and white runner, died this morning. It's sad, but did not come as a total shock. She had been slowing down over the past week. She was the last of our ducks born before the great duck slaughter of 2015.
Baby pictures from Fang's first week.
I snapped some pictures of her last week, since I had a feeling I might be writing one of these posts soon.
We buried her by a volunteer tree. S brought Wobbles over, so we showed him the body. He hung around for the ceremony, splitting his time between talking while standing near the edge of the hole, and cuddling with C.
Fang attached herself to Wobbles when she was the only duck left. He accepted her as one of his girls. She used to yell at him if he wasn't where she wanted him to be, then seek him out to get him moving in the right direction. It was thanks to their relationship that Wobbles' geese and the ducks are an integrated flock.
Baby pictures from Fang's first week.
I snapped some pictures of her last week, since I had a feeling I might be writing one of these posts soon.
We buried her by a volunteer tree. S brought Wobbles over, so we showed him the body. He hung around for the ceremony, splitting his time between talking while standing near the edge of the hole, and cuddling with C.
Fang attached herself to Wobbles when she was the only duck left. He accepted her as one of his girls. She used to yell at him if he wasn't where she wanted him to be, then seek him out to get him moving in the right direction. It was thanks to their relationship that Wobbles' geese and the ducks are an integrated flock.
