i fucking hate ducks!

So... a couple days ago, Trouble Duck got his ass kicked. Badly. See, I let him out in the morning and then left (for adventure described in the previous post). When I got home, dad told me that Trouble had been playing with the other ducks all day. I didn't see him when I looked out the window though, so I went outside to check.

When I found him, he was covered in blood, and one of the other ducks was sitting on top of him, pecking at his face.

In return, I pegged the attacking duck in the face with a sizable rock, thereby rescuing my Trouble Duck. He was missing most of the feathers on his back and head, and one eye is (I believe) permanently damaged. It's swollen completely shut and covered with disgusting looking puss.

He's been in quarantine for the last couple of days, but today, I finally let him go outside again. This time, he was confined to his pen though.

That didn't stop the sadistic ducks from hell, however. I don't know how they did it--they can't fly--but when I went out to get Trouble Duck this evening, his head was all bloody again.

If those little fuckers keep this shit up, they're going to become dinner.