Here’s an orphaned duckling, which I suspect fell out of Honey’s nest this morning (I peeked, and there are many broken eggshells, but she’s sitting on her babies). It swam around the pond peeping piteously, until a member of Team Duck and I rescued it. (We tried to put it into Dorothy’s brood, but she wasn’t having it, and attacked it several times: after only three days, the size difference is clear.) It is in my office, dried off with tissues and warming up by a heater. You may recall that one of Honey’s brood fell from the nest last year the night before they all jumped, and I had to take it home and integrate it with her brood the next day. This baby, however, is stressed and needs to recover.
Wish me luck. I will either rehab it or, if it recovers from its stress by tomorrow, try to integrate it into Honey’s brood, which is likely to jump down to the pond tomorrow morning.
Duck Farming is no picnic.
UPDATE: I’m not sure this little guy is going to make it.