When I first lived in Phnom Penh, Annelise brought home two baby ducks from the market (she is an animal lover and can't resist these things). I can't remember how long we had them, i think they were still fluffy and small, but one morning before I left for work, I dropped a raisin into the basket for them. Don't know why. Next thing, one of the ducks died.
On Sunday, Ben thought he'd bring Amelie a little surprise home from the market. It was two baby ducks. This is very strange because we already have three ducks (two of which are males) and Ben is always complaining about them. How greedy they are. How noisy they are. How expensive they are to keep. He then left for the week to go back up to Chey Saen. The ducks were doing fine. This morning I got busy doing not too much. Actually, there is the Cambodian National Baseball team here right now doing a "baseball camp" with the children from the primary school (more on that later). The field is right by our place so they dropped by to see us. Then Amelie and I decided to go and watch them play. We came home at 11 and only then I remembered the ducks. I had been keeping them in a dry box at night and in the day times in a bucket (they get water everywhere otherwise). Well, I opened the box and one of the poor ducks is dead. I think it was Tick. Swimmer is OK - I hope... better go check now!
I have also run over a duck on my motorbike. So that takes the duck tally to 3. I hope I am not responsible for anymore fatalaties.
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