You know that scene from ‘About A Boy’ (awesome film btw) where Marcus kills a duck? And then that day is forever referred to as dead duck day?
Well for me, today is double dead duck day.
I wish I was joking.
I woke up this morning and started my normal Workaway routine… first of all I feed the sheep and chickens and then the ducks. But immediately I knew something was off. Every day, the bloody sheep, Gem, goes crazy when I come with the food. She tries to grab it out of my hands with her teeth and makes loads of noise. She has the loudest baaaaaaaaaaaaa I’ve ever heard! Today, she just sat there and didn’t move. Very fucking weird.
So then I go to feed the ducks. Where the hell are they? I scan around and there are feathers on the lawn. Oh shit…
One is sat at the side of the pond, very badly injured, the other I find later, in the generator room where the cats have dragged it and left it half eaten.
Horrific. Fucking horrific.
The ducks have escaped a few times before. Last week in fact, but I found the hole in the fence, secured it and got them back in safely. (Basically by throwing a towel over them and gently lifting them back into their pen.)
Today I wrapped them in a towel for the last time.
I could’ve let someone else do it, but I’ve been looking after them for the past 5 weeks. So I felt like it should be me.
Yes, I cried. I’m actually crying now as I write this.
I feel really silly because they’re ‘just’ ducks, but I have become attached to all of the animals here.
So yeah. Today totally fucking sucked. My Workaway experience has been absolutely amazing so far, but I want to share the lows as well as the highs.
We need more truth online amongst all the fakery. So here you go.
There’s not really a good way to wrap this up except to say that I’m VERY glad I have drinks organised with a friend later. I’m going to need a glass of wine, or 5.