Me and others in my family found a family of ducks and 6 ducklings wandering around our road.. so we took them to the woods where they must have come from (about 1.5 miles away, so a fucking long way for newborn ducklings to walk, slowly) and all of them swan onto the pond and to the other side, leaving one behind which wouldn't/couldn't swim. I felt bad for it as it's mother didn't even look back at it, and just swam off, so we took it home, and it stayed in a cardboard box, with soft bedding for it (open top box as it couldn't get out) and it was dead by morning, so we buried it next to our rabbit and guinea pig (sooty and sweep)

The rabbits we have now are called Scampy (boy) and Daisy (girl) and our cats are called Monty (Montgomery, like Mr. Burns and he's a boy) and Tilly (Matilda, girl who's on my lap now) they are all so cool