This is probably one of the saddest things I've ever seen. After work yesterday I thought I'd take HP for a drink down the local and stop off at the duck pond to watch the ducks slipping and sliding on the ice in what I thought was going to be a cute and funny way, but it was not to be!
When we got there someone had left loads of bread and grain for them on the ice and there was some bigger swan sized holes that the ducks were paddling in as well as slithering about, so far so good.
Then out of the corner of my eye I saw a duck on it's own just sitting very still on the ice, I sent HP to investigate and it was stuck to the ice, it's feet were out of the water but its undercarriage was well and truly stuck. What made it worse was when we tried to get closer to see if we could do anything to help it, it started scrabbling around with its feet and just going around in circles - it was so sad. After trying to break the ice with long sticks and realising that all we were really doing was frightening the duck we had to resign ourselves to the fact that the duck was stuck!
But then things took a turn for the worse when all our commotion seemed to rouse the other ducks and they came slipping and sliding on the ice to the stuck duck. In my naievety I thought they were going to help their fellow duck. I even thought they had a cunning idea when they started standing on it as I thought the weight of two or three ducks might crack the ice but oh no, now it was a f****d stuck duck - any opportunity!!
It ended with us having to leave the duck there and resign ourselves to the fact that it would probably be there all night and die of exposure or something. I spent much of last night thinking about the poor duck but this morning when we drove past, it wasn't there so it looks like it was a happy ending after all.
I do like a happy ending and the drink in the pub was good too!