There are some mornings when I wish I hadn’t taken up front yard farming.  I don’t have these feelings too often, but when I do it’s usually because there’s a problem I can’t fix.  Today was one of those days. This morning I did my usual thing, after a bit of coffee, and twitter-surfing wake up, and went to let the ducks out, and found Daisy dead.

Daisy was our one-eyed, broken winged, rescue duck, she was probably a wild duckling an eagle had tried to eat, and was rescued by some well meaning, if misguided, folks. She lost an eye to the attack and was unable to fully close one of her wings. There was a scar down her back, so I suspect some vital tendons had been torn, and never healed properly. Daisy would never be able to fly.  But, these people had decided to save her. They…