Meet Daffy (july)

My children found a baby duck (well they called it a duck-it was most likely another sort of fowl, but I let them call it what they wished). It was helpless in the middle of the lawn and nearly dead. This is Daffy...

For two days they cared for him (or her), they coaxed him to eat and drink, and they built a home for him (complete with "Portrait of a Duck" decor)...

On the third day he cheeped. He also waddled. And he ate of his own accord. Until this day he was devoid of any sign of recovery. Needless to say the girls were giddy with delight...

At the end of the third day, Gideon, the cat also met Daffy. And thus was the end of Daffy, the fowl we called a duck. 

(I do have to say, though, that I really was heart-broken for my girls. They cried and lamented a good 24 hours over Daffy. Hallie swore off ever petting Gideon again. It was a sad day.)