{"id":1244,"date":"2011-09-10T01:20:54","date_gmt":"2011-09-10T05:20:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/rattlebridge.com\/blog\/2011\/09\/10\/be-kind-to-your-fine-feathered-friends-and-human-ones-too\/"},"modified":"2011-09-10T01:20:54","modified_gmt":"2011-09-10T05:20:54","slug":"be-kind-to-your-fine-feathered-friends-and-human-ones-too","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/rattlebridge.com\/blog\/be-kind-to-your-fine-feathered-friends-and-human-ones-too\/","title":{"rendered":"BE KIND TO YOUR FINE FEATHERED FRIENDS AND HUMAN ONES TOO"},"content":{"rendered":"

A True Duck Story from San Antonio, Texas<\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n

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It is strange what is remembered from childhood\u2014a melody of a song, a line from a poem, a character from a children\u2019s book.\u00a0 I will never forget Nurse Fuzzy Wuzzy from the Uncle Wiggily books which my mother read to us in the car from Ohio to New York for the Holidays. When I was a child we used to sing the following to a John Sousa march: \u201cOh, be kind to our fine feather friends for a duck may be somebody\u2019s mother. She lives in the ponds and the lake where the weather is always fine.\u201d<\/p>\n

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So the following story tells the tale of a duck that was <\/em>somebody\u2019s mother.<\/span><\/strong><\/h4>\n

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Something really cute happened in this week. Michael is an accounting clerk at a downtown Bank and works there in a second story office.\u00a0 Several weeks ago, he watched a mother duck choose the concrete awning outside his window as the unlikely place to build a nest above the sidewalk. The mallard laid ten eggs in a nest in the corner of the planter that is perched over 10 feet in the air. She dutifully kept the eggs warm for weeks, and Monday afternoon all of her ten ducklings hatched.<\/p>\n

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Michael worried all night how the momma duck was going to get those babies safely off their perch in a busy, <\/strong><\/span>downtown, urban environment to take to water, which typically happens in the first 48 hours of a duck hatching. <\/strong><\/span>Tuesday morning, Michael watched the mother duck encourage her babies to the edge of the perch <\/strong><\/span>with the intent to show them how to jump off. <\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Office work came to a standstill as everyone gathered to watch.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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The mother flew down below and started quacking to her babies above. In disbelief Michael watched as the first fuzzy newborn <\/strong><\/span>trustingly toddled to the edge\u00a0 and astonishingly leapt into thin air, crashing onto the cement below. <\/strong><\/span>Michael couldn’t stand to watch this risky effort nine more times! He dashed out of his office and ran down the stairs t<\/strong><\/span>o the sidewalk where the first obedient duckling, near its mother, was resting in a stupor after the near-fatal fall. Michael stood out of sight under the awning-planter, ready to help.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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As the second one took the plunge, Michael jumped forward and caught it with his bare hands before it hit the concrete. <\/strong><\/span>Safe and sound, he set it down it by its momma and the other stunned sibling, <\/strong><\/span>still recovering from that painful leap. (The momma must have sensed that Michael was trying to help her babies.)<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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One by one the babies continued to jump. Each time Michael hid under the awning just to reach out in the nick of time as the <\/strong><\/span>duckling made its free fall.\u00a0 At the scene the busy downtown sidewalk t<\/strong><\/span>raffic came to a standstill. <\/strong><\/span>Time after time, Michael was able to catch the remaining eight and set them by their approving mother.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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At this point Michael realized the duck family had only made part of its dangerous journey. They had two full blocks to walk across traffic, crosswalks, curbs and past pedestrians to get to the closest open water, the San Antonio River , site of the famed “River Walk.” The on looking office secretaries and several\u00a0 San Antonio police officers joined in. An empty copy-paper box was brought to collect the babies. They carefully corralled them, with the mother’s approval, and loaded them in the container. Michael held the box low enough for the mom to see her Brood. He then slowly navigated through the downtown streets toward the San Antonio River. The mother waddled behind and kept her babies in sight, all the way.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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As they reached the river, the mother took over and passed him, jumping in the river <\/strong><\/span>and quacking loudly. <\/span>At the water’s edge, Michael tipped the box and helped shepherd the babies <\/span><\/strong>toward the water and to the waiting mother after their adventurous ride<\/span>.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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All ten darling ducklings safely made it into the water and paddled up snugly to momma. Michael said the mom swam in circles, looking back toward the\u00a0 beaming bank bookkeeper, and proudly quacking.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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At last, all present and accounted for: “We’re all together again.\u00a0 We’re here!\u00a0 We’re here!”<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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And here’s a family portrait before they head outward to further adventures …<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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Like all of us in the big times of our life, they never could have made it alone without lots of helping hands. I think it gives the name of San Antonio ‘s famous “River Walk” a whole new meaning!<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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