Yesterday was like the 5th time I've seen a duck family crossing the 101 freeway during rush hour traffic in the past few months. I don't know what it is about this stretch of land that's so inviting to a family of ducks. Every time it happens, and I see them waddling across the road, I gasp and my heart skips a beat and I want to run out and scoop the ducks up and return them to safety and be a duck-hero and have Sarah McLachlan write a song about how I'm an animal saver.
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But instead I make a sad face and zoom past them.
Most of the time, traffic slows and swerves and I leave the scene saying a Hail Mary. One time though, when traffic was particularly shitty and barely crawling along, a women in the car next to me threw her car into park, jumped out, and started scooting the chicks to safety. I was happy and proud and beaming for that woman who risked getting her car pulverized for the sake of some dumb little birds.
But every time since then, I feel ashamed that I didn't get out.
And I think "Maybe that's why bad things happen to me- Because I don't save ducks!!!!!"
These little duck families are super cute too. If there's one thing I'm a sucker for, it's cute, baby, fuzzy animals in danger.
What would you do??? Would you stop and shoo them across? Or would you drive away, humming The Circle of Life?
Like this. Only we weren't in Europe. And I wasn't wearing a vest.
