Heading out to my car a few minutes ago I passed a family of ducks waddling along in line. I have no idea what prompted ducks to spend time in an underground parking garage, but there they were.
I managed to convince them to go across the lot, up a ramp, and off in the direction of the parkway trail and the river, but boy, cats have nothing on ducks when it comes to herding. You can’t get too close or Mama Duck gets angry, and the whole deal is really a duck-herding bureaucracy — you try to herd Mama Duck, she herds her ducklings, and you hope her idea for her ducklings matches your idea for her.
But the ducks were safely deployed, and I am the duck hero.
6 responses to “You’re my hero too!”
I love ducks! Yay! My day is officially MADE. =)
ohh good for you, mr helpful duck man! :)
that is so extremely cute. my goodness! Good for you though, and remember – no bread for ducks! it hurts them :(
“No bread for ducks” would make a good electoral campaign slogan.
(Just because of the phrasing, of course. You’d be crazy to put the duck vote at risk like that.)
Yay me! No sign of them when I got back, either, so they probably managed to make it back to the river.
Yay for the duck hero.