LOL, thats too funny! A few summers ago DH, Kylee and I were sitting in the living room early one morning and could hear what sounded like a puppy whimpering. I looked out the front door and didnt see anything but we kept hearing the noise every few minutes. I finally went outside to look around, and still didnt see anything. As I was coming back in the door I heard the sound really close, looked down, and there squashed up in the corner by my front steps was a little duckling. He was a tiny little thing. There werent any other ducks around, so we brought him inside, but a towel in a box and did some research to see what we needed to do for him. We called animal control and they said they wouldnt take him, so we got him some food, a warming lamp and made him a house in the box. Unfortunately he only lived for about 2 weeks. I was later told by someone who raises ducks that baby ducks are very hard to raise on their own, they need a friend or they pretty much go nuts and run themselves to death. When I was a kid my dad used to bring home ducklings that were on the leach ponds. They have to attempt to keep waterfowl from landing on the ponds, which isnt always possible, and they were always finding nests. Those ducks always lived, but we always had groups of them. I never thought about a duck getting lonely.