Stupid Duck

I have a small flock of India Runner ducks. One of them, Giselle, is living in segregation (in my vegetable garden) as she has been nearly raped to death by the drakes (she’s a bit gimpy and apparently easy to catch). They ripped her head right open, you can see her skull... She’s really lonely in there and spends all her day walking up and down the fence that separates the chicken pen and the garden.
Today I went to Langley to buy a “companion” duck for Giselle. Since I couldn’t find anywhere that sells Runners, I bought a Muscovy instead (they're ugly as sin). Her name was Tootsie. She cost me $12. When I put her in the pen she took about two seconds to look around. I guess she decided it wasn’t for her. She flew off over the freakin HOUSE (two stories high). Perhaps I should have mentioned that I asked the person who sold her if muscovies could fly. She said not really. HA!
So tomorrow I’m going to load up my kayak and head on down to the slough to see if I can find good old Toots. If I do, and by some miracle catch the ugly duck, I’m giving her to my neighbour Fanny, and we shall dine upon BBQ Muscovy…