My mom had a duck, P. Dubs, who was injured as a duckling by a wild animal. My mom tried to nurse him back, and attempted to rehabilitate his injured back legs, but P. Dubs remained paralyzed for the rest of his life. My mom was his nurse. She hand-fed him every day, carried him around in a backpack, bathed him, and helped him “swim” and “fly” in her arms. She swaddled him with a towel, changing his soiled bedding multiple times a day. He lived indoors with her—the other ducks picked on him so he wasn’t safe in the coop.