Life goes on...

Got back from TAFE today. Still felt guilty. I wasn't sure after yesterday's horrible discovery, if there'd been any more ducklings or not. The others had been so quiet that I'd barely known that they were there.

Just in case I'd got a large piece of broken concrete and placed it in the bath, leaning up against one end. The idea was that if the water level dropped, they'd have something to grip and crawl on on and out of the tub.

Well, there weren't any more, not exactly. When I got home I found the mother (who I call "ballerina Duck" due to her broken wings) just standing on the rim of the tub, as if she was looking for something. I went in and checked, and found a dead duckling at the bottom of the nest. It must have been crushed or smothered by the mother by accident.

Not good.

Work Placement

Found out where I'll be going for Work Experience today -- Glendale TAFE Library. Looks good: it's academic and at this time of the year, not too busy. I'm nervous as anything but I know that will pass.