What a horrible thing to happen, we were devastated.
It was the tenth duckling out of the eggs, the only one with striped feet, this one:

Here it is in company with others, right in front.
We realize that it doesn't help any mourning over the loss of this little one, we have to concern ourselves with the welfare of the other 10.
The little mites shout loudly for food before 6 sometimes, as soon as they hear me in the kitchen. And they soon call for more after just a short sleep. It's not just ground up grains they're after, they want cucumber, tomato, banana, parsley and other nice things to peck at. Come half past 9 to 10 they want to run, they want OUT! Running around in the sunlounge is not enough any more, there's no grass, no clover and no insects to chase.
So John has mackled up a little covered run for them, below the small greenhouse.
Tomorrow a small shed [4x6] will be delivered, the new home for them. At 2 weeks old there's not enough room to move or to be occupied for long in their two drawers. Also, the weather is said to be taking a turn for the worse, and we need to protect them from the rain.
I can't believe the difference in their size ..... ,
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