Spirits progress on his feet was slow but in the right direction, once his poorly feet found soft grass or straw his walk quickened. Despite the hard concrete of the yard Spirit often chose to stay around, either basking in the sun or just watching Jessica go about her work.
A few weeks ago a very lucky duckling was hatched in the shed between Spirit’s house and the feed shed: There were several eggs under an incubator but after a week or so of nurturing them, it was decided none of them had survived and the incubator was turned off. The unusually warm weather for England kept a constant enough heat to give everyone a pleasant surprise as a very lucky duckling tapped his way out of one of the eggs. Lucky Ducky, as he has now been named, squeaked away in his new home next to Spirit for a week or so when Jessica thought Lucky should have some sunlight on his back.
Placing him carefully in a cardboard box she put the box on the concrete floor of the yard in the sun and under her watchful eye as she went about her chores.
Jessica could see that Spirit was interested in what had been making all the noise next to him for so long; she watched in amazement as Spirit approached the cardboard box, peering inside with a gentle sniff, his eyes were soft and inquisitive, his ears forward, consumed with this little squeaky droplet of fluff inside the box.
In disbelief and with no fear for lucky, Jessica witnessed Spirit gently grasp the edge of Lucky's box in his teeth and with a concentrated eye on the ball of fluff inside, he started to pull the box as he walked backwards around the yard. Not once did he topple Lucky off his feet or frighten the little might, you could almost hear Spirit introducing Lucky to his new environment as he went: ‘This is where I live….. and this is Blackys box, he is very big but don’t worry he won’t hurt you, and this is the feed shed where mum keeps all the best bits’.
Once Spirit had done his round with Lucky happily in tow he dropped the box back off and tip-toed back to bask in the sunshine.