I'd like to introduce you to my pet duck Daffy.
He's one of four ducks we own. They are mallard ducks, we hatched the other three - one boy, two girls - but Daffy was found in a sorry state.
We were going for a walk with the dogs, when my dad decided to investigate a random microwave box (he's peculiar in that way... my dad is). When he went to look at the box, he found inside what looked like a small animal enclosure. He then heard a splash in the fishing pond which was near the box. When he looked for the source of the splash he found a duck which couldn't have been older than eight weeks. He was absolutely soaked to the skin. He wouldn't have survived the night if we didn't help him. So we took him back do the house, dried him, put him in an old dog cage and called him Daffy.
His habits include: ducking his head down and squeaking; nibbling my feet and fingers if he can get at them and pestering for worms when my mum is gardening. The photos above are Daffy right now and the one below was from earlier this year and shows Daffy's colourful plumage.
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