Plucky Perky, the Lucky Ducky

I guess most people have heard the tale of the little ring-neck duck, now named Perky, who while flying to warmer digs with her peeps was rudely waylaid by a hunter, grabbed up by a dog with doggy breath and plopped in the back of a truck. A day and a half later, she raises her head when the lady of the house opens the fridge, where she had been deposited, and is taken to a vet. While trying to fix her up, Perky tried to check out twice, but with a thump and a whiff of oxygen, she was revived! Now, she's recovering at a wildlife sanctuary but will not be able to rejoin the call of the wild because of her injured wing.

I have a special fondness for ducks and actually had two for pets that I raised from ducklings when I was around eight years old.

I thought we should look at it from her point of view:

Perky is flying along in formation--maybe she has her eye on a particular drake that she'd like to hook up with later. She's looking at his tailfeathers and thinking: boom-chicka-boom-chicka.....

BOOM!!!!

She's blasted out of the sky, spiraling toward a hard thud on the ground! The hunter's dog grabs her up and drags her over to his master, who takes her by her feet and plops her in the back of a truck with other ducks. Yikes, dead and bloody ducks!

She passes out and later wakes up in a cold, dark place. Suddenly there's light and she raises her head when a lady screams and she's on the move again! Humans are still attacking her for some reason, so she closes her eyes. Just then, there's a light and she sees duck friends she hasn't seen in awhile and they are encouraging her to come toward the light! She thinks she might and then..THUMP!

The humans are at it again! She feels air hitting her face and takes a breath! This time the humans seem happy. After quite a bit of fawning, they put her on a heating pad and she's finally left alone.

Somewhere in the dark recesses of that tiny cranium, you know she's thinking:

This is despicable, despicable--fo' rilla!