When I was about 6, I lived on a hobby farm with just a handful of animals. They all were fun to play with, but I found that I played with them all in different ways. They all had different unique traits for their species. For example, with the ducks, I was always amazed at how closely they watched a frisbee fly by. So I got more daring and threw the frisbee past them as closely as I could without hitting any. Unfortunately, one got hit and its tiny head started bobbing in circles. I got scared, thinking mom would see it in that state, and quickly grabbed the duckling and threw it over the fence. I thought it was going to die. But, it turns out that it recovered and started cheeping for attention later in the tall grass.
I wished it would stop cheeping and I never went to find it. I felt so guilty for leaving that duckling in the tall grass for dead. Mom mentioned something about there being fewer ducklings later. I didn’t realize she counted them. I regret having thrown the frisbee so close to the ducklings to begin with. Then further making things by removing the duckling from its family to die starving outside of the fence.
My one small blunder may have contributed to the hobby farm failing. We later moved to the trailer court where I couldn’t be near any farm animals again.