For a slight change of pace, I thought I would post a touching story that one of my clients sent me:
Something really cute happened in downtown San Antonio this week. Michael R.
is now an accounting clerk at Frost Bank and works downtown in a second story
office building. 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 ten eggs in a nest in the corner of the planter that is perched over
10 feet in the air. She dutifully kept the eggs warm for weeks, and Monday
afternoon all of her ten 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 in the first 48 hours of a duck hatching. Tuesday morning, Michael watched the mother duck encourage her babies to the edge of the perch with the intent to show them how to jump off!
The mother flew down below and started quacking to her babies above. In his disbelief Michael
watched as the first fuzzy newborn toddled to the edge and astonishingly leapt into thin air, crashing
onto the cement below. Michael couldn’t stand to watch this risky effort. He dashed out of his office
and ran down the stairs to the sidewalk where the first obedient duckling was stuporing near its mother
from the near fatal fall.
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 by the momma and the other stunned sibling, still recovering from its painful leap.
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. The downtown sidewalk came to a standstill.
Time after time, Michael was able to catch the remaining 8 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 2 full blocks to walk across traffic, crosswalks, curbs, and pedestrians to get to the
closest open water, the San Antonio River. The onlooking office secretaries and several San
Antonio police officers joined in. They brought an empty copy paper box 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.
As they reached the river, the mother took over and passed him, jumping into the river and
quacking loudly. At the water’s edge, he tipped the box and helped shepherd the babies toward
the water and to their 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, looking back toward the beaming bank bookkeeper and proudly quacking.