Springtime every year we have ducks that come into the neighborhood. They sit on top of roofs and make use of all the neighbors’ water features in their yards. Our next-door neighbor has had seemingly the same pair of ducks visit them for several years. They named them Fred and Ginger.
Somehow Ginger was found dead by one of the neighbor kids in our next-door neighbor’s shrubbery. Fred was beside himself. He kept looking for Ginger. It was all really sad. Our neighbors are elderly and asked my husband for help. The quacking Fred was making them very unhappy and sad. My husband put Ginger in the freezer and the next day put her next to their water feature. Sure enough Fred looked but did not go over to her and did not leave.
The next day my husband put Ginger on top of our garage roof so Fred could see her. He seemed to be adjusting. One more trip to the freezer as our neighbor wanted to bury Ginger and well she was getting kind of ripe!
We took Ginger out and buried her by the Hydrangea plant in our yard. Our neighbors said a few words over her grave. Fred seemed to leave the area.
The neighbors are hoping the best for Fred, as do I. They are hoping next spring some new ducks or maybe Fred with a new Ginger return to their water treatment. Somehow on the anniversary of my Mother’s death and Mother’s Day I felt the drama with Fred and Ginger was appropriate.