Upon eagerly opening the box, we found ten of them dead, five alive.
We nursed the remaining frail five ducklings as best we could throughout the day, but lost one after another until by night time, only one was left. So to give him (her?) some chance of survival overnight, we put him in with the five goslings who arrived this past Wednesday.
As the saying goes, one is not like the other.
Lo and behold, "The Lone Ranger" (as we've dubbed him) made it through the night and is happily running around with his new brooder buddies this morning.
Needless to say, it's been a rocky start, in many ways, to our season of building our own breeding stock of geese and ducks. Here's hoping the sailing gets a little smoother from here on out.