So yesterday I went out to do my afternoon chores, and since everything else has been frozen I've been getting my
water from the settling
pond where the ducks hang out. The
pond has been frozen over for a few weeks which prevents the ducks from swimming. Instead they have to drink from the trickle of water that constantly streams by their front door. When I arrived at the pond I counted the ducks like I always do ... 5. OK where's the other duck?
Then I noticed a little black body under the ice. Somehow she got in under the ice and got stuck. I smashed the ice over top of her and pulled her out. She was limp but warm. I placed her down on the snow next to me and rubbed her belly for a second. Then I heard her exhale. She had been holding her breath for who the hell knows how long.
I just went into action I guess. I opened up her bill and listened to her breathing. She was weakly breathing but limp otherwise. I gave her a good vigorous wake up rub. Just like waking up somebody who's passed out. I figured I'd be eating duck this week because she looked just awful. I just kept at it for a few minutes I guess and slowly but surely she began to breath a little deeper. The dead look faded from her eyes and she put her wings out flat like she wanted to get up but she was in no shape to move. I grabbed her by the feet and held her upside down to drain any water that might be in her system. Nothing came out but it seemed to stimulate her a bit. It probably helped get some good fresh blood into her head. From that point forward I thought we had a chance to make a recovery so I took her up to the house and wrapped her in a towel. I continued massaging her while drying her off. ( like ducks get wet right?) After about five minutes she seemed like she might stand up so I put her down on the porch. She stood for a second and then just kinda sat back down exhausted. This particular duck is not a "people person" so I'm sure she'd like to get away from me ASAP. I used that as a metric of vigor. After another five minutes or so she was visibly upset by being separate from the flock so I took her back to the pond and set her down. She took some wobbly steps to the coop door then sat down in the sun. The other ducks were happy to have her back too. I checked on her every 20 minutes or so for the rest of the day and each time she looked a little more "with it". I shut them up last night confident that she'd be with us in the morning.
I just finished morning chores and she's happily sitting in a little puddle as if nothing happened.
That's one seriously lucky duck. I don't know how long she was under the ice but between her breath holding ability and my ability to count to 6, we both had a much better day.
I knew that first aid training could save lives but this is not what I had imagined.