Starsider
Well-known member
Forgive me if this sounds slightly over-emotional, but I just needed to get it off my chest.
I had to deal with a bit of a tragedy today. One of the little girls in my development was chasing some ducklings (we're on a lake, and there are TONS of babies running around), and she accidentally stepped on one. My husband and I heard this little girl screaming, and we ran outside to see what was going on. I ran down the hill to where they were in my bare feet to see what had happened.
Unfortunately, the little guy was on his way out. The step had crushed his skull to the point where one eyeball had popped out, and the other was totally gone. There wasn't anything I could really do but try to talk the little girl down, and take the duck to a place where I could dispatch it out of sight of the kids (used cervical dislocation and it was done in less than 30 seconds). The poor little girl asked me if we could take it to a "duck hospital", and it absolutely broke my heart.
Some days I hate being that "strong" person everyone looks to when these situations come around (my 32 year old husband admitted he could never have done it), the one who has to do a nasty job because nobody else can or will do it, or knows how. Honestly, it makes me feel like a bit of a monster sometimes
I had to deal with a bit of a tragedy today. One of the little girls in my development was chasing some ducklings (we're on a lake, and there are TONS of babies running around), and she accidentally stepped on one. My husband and I heard this little girl screaming, and we ran outside to see what was going on. I ran down the hill to where they were in my bare feet to see what had happened.
Unfortunately, the little guy was on his way out. The step had crushed his skull to the point where one eyeball had popped out, and the other was totally gone. There wasn't anything I could really do but try to talk the little girl down, and take the duck to a place where I could dispatch it out of sight of the kids (used cervical dislocation and it was done in less than 30 seconds). The poor little girl asked me if we could take it to a "duck hospital", and it absolutely broke my heart.
Some days I hate being that "strong" person everyone looks to when these situations come around (my 32 year old husband admitted he could never have done it), the one who has to do a nasty job because nobody else can or will do it, or knows how. Honestly, it makes me feel like a bit of a monster sometimes