You can’t not like this one

Posted May 10th, 2011 by kcorliss. Comments Off on You can’t not like this one.

With the convenience of modern communications, information travels at lightning speed to all corners of the earth. The hardest part is separating the wheat from the chaff shall we say.

A forwarded email from friend Robin C. was rightfully put in my personal wheat file. It’s long but worth reading through if you have a few moments. Touching? yes.

It reads (with slight edits and a few of the photos): Something really cute happened in downtown San Antonio this week. Michael R. is an accounting clerk at Frost Bank and works there in a second story office. 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 10 eggs in a nest in the corner of the planter perched over 10 feet in the air. She dutifully kept the eggs warm for weeks. Monday afternoon all of her ducklings hatched.

Michael worried all night how the momma duck was going to get those babies safely off their perch in a busy, downtown, urban environment to take to water, which typically happens within the first 48 hours of hatching. 
Tuesday morning, Michael watched the mother duck encourage her babies to the edge of the perch to show them how to jump off. Office work came to a standstill as everyone gathered to watch.

The mother flew down and started quacking to her babies above. In disbelief Michael watched as the first fuzzy newborn trustingly toddled to the edge and astonishingly leapt into thin air, crashing onto the cement below. Michael couldn’t stand to watch this risky effort nine more times! He dashed out of his office and ran down the stairs to 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.

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

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 duckling made its free fall. Busy downtown sidewalk traffic came to a standstill. Time after time, Michael was able to catch the remaining eight and set them by their approving mother.

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 onlooking office secretaries and several 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.

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

All ten darling ducklings safely made it into the water and paddled up snugly to momma. Michael said the mom swam in circles, looked back toward the beaming bank bookkeeper, and proudly quacked.

Pretty neat. My only comment would be that you needn’t worry about the younguns being hurt by the tumble–they are well-suited for such a feat. As for the walk through downtown San Antonio, well, that would be a point of considerable concern.

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