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I was working upstairs in my office shortly after New Years when I became aware of my wife Linda repeatedly calling me from outdoors. I could barely hear her through the closed window, and the layer of snow on the ground muffled her voice, but her call was insistent. Afraid that there had been another disaster involving our pet ducks and geese--like an unseasonable raccoon attack, or an escape from our fenced-in yard--I jumped out of my chair, tore downstairs, and threw open the basement door to the backyard. There I found our newest duck, Hector, in an unlikely situation that nearly stopped my heart.
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