Trigger warning for discussion of animal death. Seriously distressing for me, so if you're sensitive, PLEASE don't read.




Incredibly traumatic evening. I went out to let my elderly horse out and take care of the ducks, and found the tamest and friendliest of the ducks dead. I think it must be a weasel based on the remains. It was truly horrible and shocking. She was only eight months old -- full grown for a duck, but still very young. She was the only one of the group that I could hand feed and pet. She would follow me around all over the place. I totally lost it when I found what was left of her body and started shaking and ran back inside making weird little half shrieks and shaking really hard. I feel horrible that I did not have the self control to break the news gently to my daughter and husband. I just completely lost control. Spent a while sobbing and then went and wrapped her up and moved her to the bed of my truck with some weird notion of keeping her "safe" until I could bury her.