Last year this little duck broke my heart. She and her fair-weather boyfriend. Donald, decided to move to One Old Goat Farm. While she lived here, there was much ducky drama. At one point, I thought she had been killed by a fox but fortunately, was only badly injured. We fed her - after the fox incident, Donald (the loser) totally ditched her - we housed her, and waited for seemingly forever for her eggs to hatch and to be able to enjoy her little ducklings. Which we did. For a couple of weeks. I loved watching them and thought they were happy but then she and her seven little ducklings waddled off. Back home. Never to return. Not a visit, not a thank you card. Nothing. So last night, I thought I heard some faint quacking. I didn't really think much of it. I don't have a duck.....since the last one I had, only used me for food and shelter. This morning, however, I see that Daisy is back. I know that it is her because she still has her head with the slightly chewed-on look and the featherless neck. For a moment, I thought - well, forget you! You left me! Within a half hour though, I had taken out some lettuce, some feed, and left open the basement door for her. She looked as if she needed some rest, a warm home, and some food. That's the funny thing about families.
Sometimes one of us goes away for a period of time or even forever. And those left behind can take it as being ditched or be thrilled because the other person has decided to just live his/her own dream. Had I really felt badly about Daisy taking her family and leaving, I would have walked over to the neighbors' home and asked if I could bring her back. I could have done that but Daisy would not have been very happy about it. I knew that Daisy was just fine over there with her little babies and that's all I wanted. I'm happy to have her back and if she wants to stay here, that will be wonderful. I'll feed her and make sure she has a comfy place to stay.