Our old mulard duck passed away this morning, the last of the three small ducklings I brought when we first came to La Singlarie. I had asked for small ducks, which they were when I first got them but some how with my then bad French I hadn't made it clear in translation that I wanted ducklings that would stay small. Over the past few days he was needing to be retrieved from the fields he had been wandering in during the day, tired and unsteady on his feet. This morning he didn't wander far from the barn door and passed away this afternoon to the land where ducks go. At the grand old age of eleven he had a wonderful life patrolling the surrounding farm land with his mates, too big to fly he would parade the chicken field flapping his wings never once entering the pond but constantly dirtying the donkeys water bucket when cleaning his beak. Fly away Monsieur Duck.
Our old mulard duck passed away this morning, the last of the three small ducklings I brought when we first came to La Singlarie. I had asked for small ducks, which they were when I first got them but some how with my then bad French I hadn't made it clear in translation that I wanted ducklings that would stay small. Over the past few days he was needing to be retrieved from the fields he had been wandering in during the day, tired and unsteady on his feet. This morning he didn't wander far from the barn door and passed away this afternoon to the land where ducks go. At the grand old age of eleven he had a wonderful life patrolling the surrounding farm land with his mates, too big to fly he would parade the chicken field flapping his wings never once entering the pond but constantly dirtying the donkeys water bucket when cleaning his beak. Fly away Monsieur Duck.
Oh no sorry to hear that, but he had a good life and reached a grand old age (for a duck!)
ReplyDeleteYes not sure how many duck years there are to a humans, must be a fair few.
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