Poor Gytha
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♥Sep. 16th, 2014 // 10:41 am♥
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This morning, the ducks came out of their house as usual, and waddled into the garden to wait for their breakfast, swerving around Jodie as usual.
When I brought their food, though, Gytha suddenly started flapping her wings and panicking under the tree. My immediate thought was that she'd got her foot stuck on a twig, or similar, but by the time I'd crossed the couple of yards to get to her she'd gone limp.
While I was holding her, I did think I felt a bit of a pulse, so we put her back in the house to see if it was some sort of fit that she'd wake up from. She didn't, though. They only think I can think of was that she might have been very badly worm infested, and the wormer shocked her system; doesn't explain why it took almost all of the course to have an effect, though, or why it happened 24 hours since her last dose.
We don't seem to be having much luck with Gythas. And I'm not sure where we're going to be able to get a duck at this time of year: I don't really want to go into the winter with only two of them. I might see if Mrs Farmer will sell us a youngish one of her flock.
And I've had my traditional angst about what to do with the body, as happens whenever there's a small dead thing in the garden: black bin, garden waste, or food waste...? I've gone for food, this time, on the grounds that the only real reason she didn't go in the stock pot was the wormer. |
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