Sometimes there's nothing you can do.

June 19th, 2014, 6pm

It was 25°C with few clouds. The breeze was gentle.

My husband saved a hypothermic baby duck on Tuesday. But I came through the back gate, arms full of groceries, and there was nothing I could do for this one.

I wrapped him in plastic bags before the dogs saw him and carried him to the garbage can. He didn’t weigh anything, lying there in my hand.

Shu, Adrian, Christine and Pamela said thanks.

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Jess Hutton

I write. I don't like shoes. I do like cheese.

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