Oh dear, poor duck.

I went outside to pull some shallots for cooking. Imagine my surprise when I found baby duck sitting at the door of the run where (until this morning) he had lived with Mother Hen. Had he flown there or found a gap in the fence around the duck pond? I picked him up, gave him a cuddle and have put him back in his old run although his mother is back with the other hens. He is alone. Tonight we will put him in with the other ducks when we lock them into their house. I just hope that they are kind to baby duck.

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