Last night, at quarter to nine, six of us apartment dwellers were out in full force trying to rescue a duckling. Armed with nets, bread and flashlights. By ten after nine, our little friend was nestled in a towel in our place.
Ridiculous? Probably. But oh well.
This duck was in addition to the two that we already saved this afternoon. They went to Madera with my brother-in-law. Their names are Bumblebee and Megatron.
This one shall be called Jerkface. Because he was far too difficult to catch. So he better not die on us after all that.
Stupid ducks.
1 comment:
aww but i like the effort - so cute! we saved some wild kittens one time, they tried to rip my arm off and bit me. but we saved them from being all skankysmellycat living on the street.
they'll appreciate it one day - just like your ducks :)
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