I suffer a quack attack; The Yorkshire Vet.
Byline: Julian Norton
A CARDBOARD box on an owner's lap in my waiting room always means my next patient is going to be an odd one.
I could tell from the quacking noises that the box contained a duck. His owner called him Dave.
"I'm worried about his leg," he explained "Just recently he has started stumbling and tripping."
I set about my examination - not necessarily an easy thing to do on a duck.
I felt his left leg and there was a swollen area just above the ankle joint.
Squash I hoped this was a simple infection and I gave him an injection.
I lifted Dave back into his box and asked his owner if he could bring him back in a week for a check-up.
Dave's box was quite small and his neck was long.
As I closed the lid, I had to make sure the top fitted properly, the box stayed shut and it didn't squash his head. I found myself saying to Dave: "Duck!" I think he obliged.
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DUCKS DE LUXE: Dave and his cardboard box