One of nine ducklings I have running around the farmyard at the moment. I call her "Busy Bee". She is smaller than the rest and is never still darting hither and thro, always on the go. When I returned home from bowls on Saturdaynight I found one at death's door. It had been caught outside the pen in a late afternoon storm. I brought her into the house; dried her with a hair dryer and wrapped her up in a little blanket. Next morning she woke me with her peeping and I was able to release her safely back into the clutch- one lucky duck!
