Tuesday, November 04, 2003

Poor Quack

~ He got through the night ok, and seemed fine this morning, but we went out for a few hours this afternoon, whilst the G.P. (grandparents) looked after the children. We left him him cheeping away in his box, only to return to find him dead. Perhaps he was sick to start with, he never seemed exactly quite right, no doubt in shock...we'll never know I suppose...anyway Jane & I buried him in the garden. The eldest child was a bit upset, but she is pretty realistic about things bless her. We still have the goldfish, cat and the chickens to keep us on our toes...poor quack was just not meant for this world obviously...
[Listening to: Going on 17 - Jerry Goodman - Ariel (07:17)]

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