Oh Ducky, Ducky, Ducky. I have loved you from the time you were one day old...
...through those gangly teenage
Even your shocking behavior later in life could not lessen my love for you.
I know you were led astray by that varmint Napoleon. Such an opportunist, he seduced you right out from under our noses. The cad!
What has happened to my sweet, sweet Duck-a-Doo? I suppose I'll never know. Perhaps she has found a cool, green meadow filled with wildflowers and tasty bugs and worms, with a babbling brook running through it. Perhaps she will live out her golden years (however many an eleven year old chicken can have left) in peace and contentment. Perhaps she will come back to me one day with a whole brood of baby chickies.
Denial - it ain't just a river in Egypt.