One of our Khaki Campbell ducks died this morning. She became sick about two weeks ago. I took her to the vet, gave her medications, and syringe fed her baby food, but she didn’t make it. She would have turned 6-month old in three days.
It may seem strange to those who raise animals on a larger scale that I’m devastated by the death of one duck. Maybe I’ll get used to animals dying as I continue to engage in backyard poultry. Her death, though, is the first death I’ve suffered since I started keeping chickens and ducks in my backyard almost a year ago. Right now I’m just very sad.
She looked different before she passed away. Three weeks ago she was sleeping underneath the bushes with her sister. She was swimming in the water, flapping her wings, and quacking away. Toward the end of her life, she couldn’t stand up on her own legs, let alone flap her wings. It amazes me how quickly she became sick and passed away.
I took the picture above in September. She looks so healthy in the picture that I have a hard time believing that she’s gone. But she is. Keeping chickens and ducks in my backyard has been fun, but part of keeping them is that I get to witness their death. I think I’ll try to remember all the good times I had with her rather than her end.
Death is part of a life cycle, and life goes on. I hope everyone has a Happy New Year, and when faced with bad times, just remember the good times and keep on going.