There was a girl-duck in the pen with the big bunny today. She’s been there for a week or two, this nameless downy white she-duck, sitting on one end of the long pen, George the giant bunny on the other, a nice safe distance between them. They seemed to be pretty good pen mates.
She came from the pond in Wildlife to stay with us for a few weeks while she healed. She’d gotten hurt at the beginning of mating season. The male ducks have been, well, the way males are when they’re mating, focused, single minded, goal oriented — aggressive. It’s primal. It’s hard wired to ensure survival of the species, that need to spread the seed at any cost. She’d been raped, repeatedly, because she wasn’t strong enough to get away or dissuade any unwanted suitors. So, she’s living in a “safe house” with George, who has little or no interest in her. Read the rest of this entry »
