An animal owner writes…
In the bloom of your life of not even one year, you have left us. Your magnificent plumage and especially Gundel, she was your pride and joy. You left every goody to Gundel until she was satisfied to lay her daily egg. You scared away the blackbirds so that they would not snatch away Gundel’s earthworms. Not one meter did you deviate from Gundel. Day and night, you accompanied her every step of the way. Even when dozing, you always kept one eye open to warn of enemies from the air.
That you clumsily trampled down the onions and flattened the potato beds in a hurdle race is forgiven.
When, in the spring, the blinds of the cellar windows were unsuspectingly opened to air the rooms, your ordeal began, and interest in Gundel seemingly receded into the background.
Tirelessly you ran back and forth around the corner of the house to fight your reflection in the ground-level window panes. For days you knocked with your beak against the windows to attack your “competitors.” After everything went wrong, you thundered against the windows in death-defying kamikaze flights.
When the blinds were lowered again after about two weeks, the stress was over for you. All three competitors were gone, and Gundel could enjoy you again, and you ate like a barn thresher. The ground corn seemed to have a special effect.
But your little duck heart had accumulated too much conflict mass. A few days later, it came as it had to come. The five biological laws of nature took their course.
At the height of love, you fell over in the garden pond without suffering.
I will miss your “mäk, mäk, mäk, mäk, määäk; mäk, mäk, mäk, mäk, määäk…”.
Note by H. Pilhar
Poor drake 😉 A sweet-sad story.
You can see from this how individual conflicts are. Everyone has his own reality! And for this drake, his own mirror image was the real competitor, or it was the competitors to fight. We humans may laugh about it or shake the head in disbelief. For the drake, it was confrontational.
My young dog Emma saw for a long time in her own reflection a comrade, which she challenged to play for minutes. Today, with her 10 months, she barks at her own suddenly appearing reflection in the shop window. The hairs on the back of her neck also stand on end …
And one also sees very well with this case study with the drake how conflicts can be solved. Namely, often purely coincidentally!
Fortunately, this story happened after the “bird flu.” It is hard to imagine what would have happened if it had happened a year ago. It would have been easy to imagine that the disease control service would have arrived with a truckload of men masked with protective suits. Certainly, the duck woman would have had to be emergency slaughtered, and maybe our duck owner would have stumbled into his own conflict …