Fair enough.  I myself was taught to play the oboe by a lemur, so your circumstances are not all that unusual.   But I think what we're dealing with here is a matter of low self-esteem.  It wasn't looking into the bird's eyes that made you feel so desolate and wretched - it was the knowledge that a duck can play the piano better than you can.  I know exactly how you feel: when I was studying at the feet of my lemur master I could never match his fingering technique.  It made me angry and frustrated, and was directly responsible for the incident with the shovel and the hessian sack.  Take my advice, don't become a martyr to rage, like I did.  Leave the gardening tools alone and take up the bassoon instead.