A duck for dinner
A sick duckling takes to indoor life better than you’d expect.
Cheeky was an ugly baby. When she hatched she was covered in a cotton wool coat of golden down. She had orange feet like flippers and her beak was long, flat and cream in colour, in stark contrast to her chicken brothers and sisters.
Her bantam mother fussed tenderly over Cheeky and her own chicks. They snuggled under her wings and eagerly gobbled up the food that she crunched up for them in her beak and then spat out on the floor of the cage.
But one morning we found one of the chicks lying motionless. Cheeky was on her back, her feet kicking in the air. When Heather stood her up, one of her feet seemed to give way and she fell over again.
Heather moved the bantam and the three remaining chicks into a new, clean run. But no matter what she did, she could not stop Cheeky from falling over so we brought her inside to nurse her back to health.
On the floor of the lounge, Heather laid out towels and propped a collapsible table and flattened cardboard boxes to make a