Buenas Noches Travellers,
This is a very late edition coming to you from the rain drenched plains of Kansas. It’s been raining here everyday for at least five days with no end in sight. By no end, I do mean the forecast for the next two weeks includes rain almost every damn day.
And truly I’m not living on the plains, but rather in the center of a city, which makes what about to say all the more wonderous.
Tonight I arrived home from work to find a most unusual guest on my back terrace.
One little lone duckling waddling along.
As I approached he began feverishly running around. Trying to climb the back step which was twice his height, then trying to run up the siding on the house, then falling down. Then getting up and doing it all over again.
A duckling alone in the city.
Looking like so…
I named him Herbert. Because when I looked at that little face, that’s the name that came to mind.
And obviously I had to catch him because HELLO, dog and cats everywhere here!
I have NO IDEA how he came to be in my backyard as it gated and fenced all around. Did his mother bring him here with his siblings? Had he gotten separated somehow on his own?
We searched the yard, no other ducks in sight. There have never been any ducks in my sight in this neighborhood. Until now.
I’m not gonna lie, part of me gave serious thought to the idea of keeping him. I mean here he was plucked down in my yard in between cloud bursts, don’t we call that fate?
Do I know how to take care of a duck? No, no I do not…
So we called the Wildlife rescue hotline instead and left a message instead. I didn’t expect to receive a call back tonight, so I moved him into the bathtub and set up some kind of livable space for his evening…
He actually seemed to be alright all things considered. Doesn’t he look alright?
I always imagine what life looks like from a smaller animal’s perspective. I must have seemed like a giant that scooped him up into a box with some strange fuzzy thing. And this tub would seem a vast basin of white slickness like he’d never seen before.
I noticed he was shaking, I’m certain he was scared.
I would be scared too, wouldn’t you?
I sat and talked to him and ever so gently touched his back to attempt some kind of reassurance that he was alright.
I’m not sure there is a fear greater for any of us than being completely lost and separated from what you knew to be truly yours.
And since I live almost 14 city blocks away from the nearest body of water or about 7 blocks from the nearby creek, he was far from home, wherever that home may have been.
A nice lady called within an hour of my message asking about him and said she would consult the other lady who worked with her that did more bird rescues and get back to me shortly with instructions to keep him for the night. While I waited I did some online searching and discovered that ducks are not solitary creatures and can easily become depressed or lonely which can make it difficult for them to thrive or survive as ducklings.
It said that they feel loneliness, isolation and grief much like humans do.
The other interesting thing I learned this evening is that ducks, like most other animals, will gladly take in offspring that is not theirs at birth. The nice lady called me back and said she needed to come get him tonight to get him rehomed because he would have a better chance at survival. She planned to take him to that pond I mentioned earlier because other ducks would be there, hopefully a female with ducklings and she would leave him with them.
I have to admit, I’m the skeptic here. Trusting strangers with a super cute duckling that the universe brought to my door isn’t my strong suit, but sometimes you have to do what’s right because it’s right. No guaranteed outcome.
Not a single life here has any guaranteed outcome, does it?
So I packed up my very temporary little duck and said good bye and sent him off into the rainy night with that friendly lady who promised she would find him a new home.
Now let me tell you the weird thing.
This whole event made me think of Dave…There’s a store here called Orscheln Farm & Home that sells farming supplies and each Spring they have Chick & Duck Days. We went several times during our relationship because I loved seeing the chicks and ducklings and holding them. We hadn’t done that in years, but in March he sent me a text with a photo of me holding one of those chicks and asked if I remembered that day. To be honest, he did that half a dozen times before I ever talked to him which angered me and also made me wonder if his life wasn’t as amazing as he thought it was going to be. Otherwise why would you be reminiscing about the woman who you said would be replaced by a better one? I’m going to always wonder if I had said something different, would he be alive still? Was that him reaching out and I failed to see that?
But when I saw this duckling, I realized that strange random wonderous things are still gonna happen in my life.
Because I wasn’t left behind to die, I was left behind to live.
Now if you would all do me this kindness: Pray for Herbert’s safety and long life. Ducks can live up to 20 years and perhaps he and I will meet again someday.
Or send positive energy or whatever you do, just do that…