100 Pictures of a Duck named Squeaky
Squeaky liked salads and burgers and fries, anything but duck food would light up her eyes. But, when feathers filled the house, we knew it could’t be good. Grandma called the doctor. The doctor knew, two dimes and a penny should not have been eaten.
Squeaky the Duck has been very mean since coming home from the hospital. She refuses to be touched. She has bitten me several times breaking the skin and leaving a small bruise. I am being very patient with her. I can sympathize, because I had surgery through my stomach when I was in my twenties and I was very sore for a long, long time.
Each morning I try to get her to greet me by bobbing her head as I bob mine. However, Squeaky is not responding, she looks away now. She still comes running for raw fish, so I have been giving her small pieces of fish while I try to pet her feathers atop her head. She barely tolerates this, but with her eyes on the fish, she only rattles a low deep quack of disapproval for my touch.
The photo below shows her two scares. Take into consideration, this is the one and only shot I was able to get of her stretching so that I could see her scares. One scare is in her neck, the other scare is in her lower tummy.
Thank you, everyone, who called and sent Get Well notes to Squeaky. It was greatly appreciated. We love you all!
It will be a great disappointment if she remains a bitter. At one time she visited elementary schools, and the park, and allowed many, many children to handle her without harm to a single person. I can not trust her to be so nice anymore.