Just in case you couldn’t hear the narrative in the above video, here’s the story: I looked around everywhere for the duckling. I couldn’t see it anywhere. I retraced Hazel’s steps in case she had hitched a ride up in her mom’s feathers and had fallen out somewhere. I walked about 20 feet away down to the river to dispose of a rotten egg I found in the nest. When I turned around I looked down on the ground and there was a duckling laying flat on its back. I picked it up and felt for any sign of life. She wasn’t stiff but felt as cold as death.
I went up to the house and put her in a bowl of warm water in the sink. I kept changing the water to keep it pretty warm. I also gently squeezed her little lungs. As I was changing the water again I felt her twitch. It was so unbelievable. She started twitching and kicking her little legs and then all of a sudden air and a little water shot out of her nostrils. I think that’s when she started breathing. I almost cried.
I waited until she was pretty warm and then took her to the bathroom and blow dried her down until she was dry. Then I popped her in the incubator, where we have some turkey eggs, for five minutes.
When I checked on her again she was peeping and alert.
I kept her with me for a little while to make sure she was doing well and then went down and put her back in the nest.
The next video is of Hazel returning to her nest.