Article October 16, 1978 Issue

The duck

Mark B. Willard

My dad and I were walking on a lake pier when our attention was drawn to a large duck. He was furious and hurt by a hook caught in his throat. We approached the duck on the shore, but he tried to bite us, flapping his wings and making a loud distress call.

Being near a wildlife preserve, we drove over and explained to the man in charge what had happened. The director told Dad he had a meeting that would last for an hour, so he couldn't leave. He further explained that this type of duck had very sharp reversed teeth and that he didn't want to tangle with this one. However, he said, he might try to locate a veterinarian later. We then decided to return to the duck.

On the way back, Dad said, "Mark, do we know who can handle this?"

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