A few weeks ago a very lucky
duckling was hatched in the shed between Spirit’s house and the feed shed:
There were several eggs under an incubator but after a week or so of nurturing them,
it was decided none of them had survived and the incubator was turned off. The unusually
warm weather for England kept a constant enough heat to give everyone a pleasant
surprise as a very lucky duckling tapped his way out of one of the eggs. Lucky
Ducky, as he has now been named, squeaked away in his new home next to Spirit
for a week or so when Jessica thought Lucky should have some sunlight on his
back.
Placing him carefully in a cardboard
box she put the box on the concrete floor of the yard in the sun and under her
watchful eye as she went about her chores.
Jessica could see that Spirit was interested
in what had been making all the noise next to him for so long; she watched in
amazement as Spirit approached the cardboard box, peering inside with a gentle
sniff, his eyes were soft and inquisitive, his ears forward, consumed with this
little squeaky droplet of fluff inside the box.
In disbelief and with no fear for
lucky, Jessica witnessed Spirit gently grasp the edge of Lucky's box in his
teeth and with a concentrated eye on the ball of fluff inside, he started to pull the
box as he walked backwards around the yard. Not once did he topple Lucky off
his feet or frighten the little might, you could almost hear Spirit introducing
Lucky to his new environment as he went: ‘This is where I live….. and this is
Blackys box, he is very big but don’t worry he won’t hurt you, and this is the
feed shed where mum keeps all the best bits’.
Once Spirit had done his round
with Lucky happily in tow he dropped the box back off and tip-toed back to bask
in the sunshine.
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