Does anyone have a pet duck?
This question brings back memories. During the 2nd world war, all kinds of birds and animals would enter our garden in Southern England. It was assumed that somehow their habitat had been bombed and they were just wandering around. I had a tortoise which suddenly came into our garden and a green mallard duck. I was about 13 years of age. I fed both animals and they became very tame. I loved them, especially Billy the duck (as I called him). We went to the movie one day, and the whole building was set on fire by a fire bomb being dropped behind the screen. It was a pretty bad raid, so we rushed home. When we arrived everything around us had been flattened by bombs. There were only two houses standing, ours and one other. I was frantic, not because of the damage but because I couldn’t find Billy and my tortoise. I searched everywhere, and called his name. Suddenly I heard this quacking and followed the sound. Billy and the tortoise were under a peice of corrogated tin which had been the
