One night on a family walk, we came across what we thought was a dead duckling. Because Joe and Luca are animal lovers, it was soon discovered that he wasn't dead, just very wet and very cold. With no nest and no parents in the vicinity, the little duckling was carefully cradled in Joe's hands for the two mile walk back...
...and when we arrived at home, this little guy...
...looked like this.
And so he was named Sven (or sometimes Olaf and even occasionally dubbed "Ducklin" by Court) and a box was rigged with a light and a heating pad for his comfort.
And this little girl fell in love.
She took him swimming,
played dress up with him,
taught him to fly
and tucked him in for naps.
Sadly, (and yes I know this is a horrible way to end a post) Sven Olaf is no longer with us. There was a car accident. And it's my fault. Luca has forgiven me. Mostly.
RIP Sven Olaf
You were a great duck.
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