Today I was making cookies for a cook-out we are attending with friends this evening. I asked husband to take out the trash for me, so he gathered it up and took it out. He came back a few minutes later and asked if we had any bread because there was a baby bird trapped behind the dumpster. We both go back outside and find a baby duck-- like seriously couldn't been more than a week old! I love ducks-- I feed them our stale bread every time they come by our apartment and John just rolls his eyes at me, but I can't help it. We put socks on our hands (we didn't have gloves!) and took our cat carrier out to put the baby in to carry him down to the pond. It took some persuading, but we finally coaxed him out onto the grass.
He wandered into the pond and was reunited with his mom and siblings! Ah-- the cuteness is killing me!
You can bet your sweet bippy that whenever we own a house we will be having a pond with ducks!