Earlier this afternoon, my phone started buzzing; it was a friend of mine. When I answered she sounded liek she was ready to cry.


Apparently, right behind where she works int own, a baby duck had fallen into one of the storm drains (the design of which made it impossible for it to be washed away, plus it was bone dry today). Momma duck was calling to it, it was crying, and nobody else my friend called could come help. So she wanted to talk to my mom. Mom says "Sure, yep, be right there". She grabbed a net she uses for her garden ponds, to scoop fish out, and she and I piled into the jeep and drove into town.


We showed up, fished out the baby, and mom determined (after seeing momma duck) that they are wood ducks. She gave my friend the number of our local game warden so he could relocate the ducks. My friend was very relieved, and I feel good because that's TWO birds I've saved/rescued in the past 2 days (another was in a storage closet at work and couldn't get out; I caught it and set it loose outside).


So, yes. There ya go :3

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