This afternoon, my daughter found our pet duck, an ordinary male mallard we named Elmer, not moving in the driveway. It looked like he broke a leg. So she took him in the house and put him on the couch, wrapped in towels, where he still was when I got home from work. I planned to take him to work tomorrow and show him to our shelter vet, so we put him in a big dogcrate with food and water. He drank some and seemed quite comfortable.
All of a sudden he struggled out of the towel, fluttered his wings. So I picked him up, and he died in my arms! He puffed his chest out and was gone. It was such a shock! He was a special duck that got dumped at the shelter where I work during the winter. He soon ruled our little farm, chasing rabbits, breaking up cat fights, guarding the driveway and chasing the kids around the yard at full speed. A one in a lifetime duck, and I have no clue what happened to him. I only know I'm really sad and wish I would find another duck like him.

