Duck Tracks


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Now I'm very fortunate at my place of employment because we have this beautiful pond at the complex with a huge fountain in the middle and encircled by trees and terraced plants and hedges. Everyday, I take a walk past the pond and gaze at the fountain and just relax.

One day, I decided to be bold and walk down the banks of the lush green grass and just stand beside the water. A very nice respite from the sun!

The first few visits were uneventful. There would be a seagull or two swooping down or a large crow hovering in the crepe myrtle trees. Mockingbirds whizzed through the air like bombadiers protecting their nests from intruders. The aerial displays are quite entertaining and would put the Red Baron to shame.

One day I noticed two large ducks sitting on the bank. They weren't there everyday, but sporadically. After a couple of weeks went by what should appear but a mom duck and 11 ducklings! What a treat!

She brought her babies to the pond and I had the pleasure of watching her as she showed them how to swim and navigate over the next few days, always keeping them close. She'd cruise across the pond with her babies all in a row behind her never letting them get out of sight. They looked like little bobbing heads as they paddled their tiny feet trying to keep up with mom. She'd take them close to the bank where they lined up like soldiers at the water's edge and fed on bugs and whatever else was munchable and tantalizing.

When I got to work one morning, my co-workers, knowing that I checked in at the pond everyday, informed me that there had been an accident and the babies had had to be rescued.

It seems mom had the babies out in the parking lot and street area in the complex (we have no idea why or where she was going) and as she crossed the drain grates in the street, one by one, her babies had fallen through the grate. About a 3-foot drop!

Two of my fellow workers had gone outside for a break and had seen mom standing by the grate quacking and flapping her wings in a very agitated state. They investigated and saw the tiny ducklings in the drain hole.

Now, not only was mom flapping and carrying on, my two co-workers were also all a-twitter. You can just imagine the scene.

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6.   Jul 4, 2003 5:18 PM
In response to message posted by humorous_sage:

I've been taking my digital camera with me to work and have gotten some great ...

-- posted by Veesuite


5.   Jul 4, 2003 9:37 AM
There's nothing like a golf course for watching ducks and geese come and go. I try to follow the progress of these semi-tame families with my digital camera. They make very interesting targets. ...

-- posted by humorous_sage


4.   Jul 2, 2003 6:38 PM
In response to message posted by Red:

What a lovely sight to see! I bet he did get some "words of wisdom" from mom, though.
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-- posted by Veesuite


3.   Jun 29, 2003 8:37 PM
Vickie,

What an enjoyable story. I'm glad you allowed us to visit the pond with you. As you know I grew up on the farm and there's nothing more adorable than watching the ducklings learn how to swi ...


-- posted by Red


2.   Jun 25, 2003 8:13 PM
Awwww...what a cute story. Seems like I read something like this happening somewhere else where a policeman rescued some ducks. I'm glad the babies were safe and sound. ...

-- posted by JButler





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