Ill news.

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While napping, a call.  Neighbor son number three, letting me know one of my ducks was dead.  I... had a strange feeling earlier, woke me.  Wanted to check the ducks.  Couldn't fully wake to do so.  Even now knowing, I just wanted to go back to sleep.  If one was down, I suspected all would be down.

I couldn't sleep.  But I couldn't get going quickly either.  I was still tired.  I didn't want to see the one.  I didn't want to see them all, if dead.  Still, and in any case, I actually moved as quickly as possible toward the inevitable.  It took an hour, two?  Oddly, given all, that was quite fast.  I don't handle death well.

It was one of the hens.  She looked to have been run over while fleeing.  There were no marks, or feathers.  She sure looked to have been chased.  I went looking for the others.  If it had just been a natural thing... but no.  I found them hiding in the hutch.  I will have to finish their enclosure, eventually working on a covering.  As well, younglings next spring, possibly to include geese, a few for defense.

It is a relief to not have lost them all.  I will bury this one soon.

Oh, bp is 150/110 pulse 71 and blood sugar, which had dropped further on it's own to 119 right before the nap, has climbed to 241?  Crazy.  Doing what I can.  Later.