This morning I had plans to share a new knitting project with you, but L4 & I had an adventure instead. It all started with a bunch of peeping outside. I thought to myself, “Oh, some baby birds must be getting a meal.” But it didn’t stop. I opened the front door and peered into the trees in search of the nest. Nada. Then I heard it again and saw a duckling on the ground. Soon after I glanced toward the road and was horrified. Mama duck had been struck and killed in the street, along with 3 babies. I grabbed a box, ran outside and found the one I saw, plus three others, all peeping in terror and wandering about the yard. I chased them most of the length of the yard (those little ones are speedy!) and finally got the box over them. Once they were quiet, I lifted the box up and carefully put each inside. I swear we were all a little afraid of each other, except for L4. She was all about helping them out with no qualms whatsoever.
Our local animal control came and transported them safely to a local animal hospital. From there they will be taken to a wildlife rehabilitation center. I’m so glad L4 & I were able to save them from the same fate as the rest of their family. But oh! To have your world turned upside down so quickly and irrevocably. And oh how I scowled at every vehicle I saw speeding past my house the rest of the day.