by William Corradini
When Bill and Meghan Corradini, an affluent and self-described spoiled young couple, decide they want ducks to adorn the pond they plan to build at their dream home, neither of them can imagine the mayhem, heartbreak and joy that will ensue.
Bill decides to purchase a couple of ducks but when there are just three left, he cannot abandon the third sibling, so all three come home with him and are promptly named after players for his beloved college team, the Oregon Ducks—despite the fact that all are female. He and Meghan set about spoiling and pampering their ducks, lavishing them with love.
Unfortunately, despite precautions, tragedy strikes and it changes Bill and Meghan in a profound way. Bill tells Meghan that he wants to make a difference in the lives of abandoned, abused and neglected animals. They decide to devote their time and resources to doing just that.
Along the way, both mature and their bond is deepened and strengthened as they face numerous emotional trials, most revolving around the animals they rescue and usually end up adopting. Within short order, one animal becomes two and the additions to their household multiply. Their lives are irreversibly changed and enriched.
In caring for these animals, Bill and Meghan discover their purpose in life, serve as examples to their friends and family and realize their deep capacity for love—both for the animals they work with and for each other. Their story is inspiring and never dull. It will resonate with animal lovers everywhere.
As a huge Oregon fan, it made perfect sense for me to name my ducklings after Oregon quarterbacks, and Fouts, Dixon, and Harrington were my all-time favorites. I wasn’t sure if I would release them into Grapevine Lake in light of our house news. It appeared as the natural thing to do, but I struggled with the thought of these ducks, my ducks, fighting off predators and fending for themselves. Would being a “duck” come naturally for them, or would the elements—and the food chain—devour them before they figured it out? Could they switch from being served food on a silver platter all day long to surviving on bugs? I knew I couldn’t do it for several weeks anyway, so I had time to decide.
Dixon was the obviously leader and the hardest to catch in the cage—just like the real Dixon! The other two squawked when I held Dixon, but they were all fine if I took Harrington or Fouts. I made it a ritual to pick them up several times a day and hold them, to let them know I was their caregiver now. After several such times Fouts and especially Harrington would rest comfortably within my palm. At times they would go to sleep as I stroked the backs of their necks. A sudden noise and they became alert and fidgety, only to go back to a state of calm. Their serenity washed over me, and I found myself sitting with them for twenty, thirty minutes at a time, sometimes an hour, closing my eyes, feeling their warmth pressed again my palm. Rubbing my finger lightly over their bills was like squeezing a stress ball; it completely relieved me of any concern about work or selling the house or any of the other stupid little things that people worry about every day. They were content and safe, and I was content and falling in love.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
William Corradini, 42 years old, lives in Keller, TX with his wife of 10 years, Meghan. He is a sales manager at Staples Advantage where he has been for over 13 years.
William grew up on a ranch in Eastern Oregon and he spent most of his youth around farm animals, dogs, cats, parrots and any other four-legged furry, fuzzy creatures that decided to call their ranch home.
William has lived in the Dallas-Fort Worth area for 20 years and for much of that time had adopted the ‘city life style’. He had all but rejected his roots and his interests in animals. This all changed in 2008-and it started with him buying three ducks.
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