Saturday, April 25, 2009

Terror (and ducks!) in the Park

Once upon a time, there were seven little ducklings who went to the park. It was their first time outside and they were hyper vigilant and stayed close together. Except for the loner below in this picture, who just needed a little private time.

The ducklings liked to explore the great outdoors. But only when mom or dad were nearby.

Dad took the ducks for a walk...but things soon took a terrifying turn...

A hawk was watching their every move. And it was hungry. Dad wondered why the ducks were suddenly peeping nervously--and just then, the hawk struck. Diving between two narrowly-spaced trees, it lunged for the ducklings!

Dad was having none of it, and chased the hawk away-for the time being. Mom had left Dad alone at the park with the seven ducks while she went to class...but as the hawk continued to stalk his would-be prey, it became clear that an evacuation was in order.

That's when two nice ladies enter the story. They watched Dad as he tried to protect the ducks, and took pity on all of them. They joined forces with Dad and together they tried to shield the ducks. But the hawk wasn't going to give up that easily, and swooped down again, knocking one poor little duckling to the ground, but still failing to capture any tasty morsels. The little duckling struggled to its feet, alarmed, but uninjured. The hawk was still circling, though, and it was time to go.

Since Mom was still at class, the two ladies offered the use of their truck to the ducklings. So Dad loaded them up with their food and water, and the ladies drove them all to the Institute Building where they waited for Mom to get out of class.

The ducks made an unholy mess of the ladies' truck. It was their way of saying "thank you for saving us." The ladies didn't seem to mind that much--so long as we promised to send pictures of the ducklings when they go to their new home.

At the end of the day, the ducklings were safe and sound, and got a lot of veggies because Mom and Dad felt guilty for exposing them to danger.
Dad ended up sitting in the sun talking to the nice ladies for too long and got an awful sunburn on his arms and face.
And Mom came home from class and took a long nap.

The End. (or is it...?)
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Esther said...

You guys are so cute!!! haha This reminds me of when I was little, before we knew each other, my dad offered to take a mom and her ducklings off the hands of one of his coworkers. We lived in a tiny duplex and didn't have room for a bunch of ducks so we decided to take them to the pond at Sugarhouse Park and see how they did there. The mom swam out to the middle of the big pond and the other ducks started attacking her and trying to drown her. My dad waded to the middle of that gross pond in front of everyone and saved the mom duck and ended up taking them to a farm or something.

Anne said...

that's kind of a horrible story--up until the end there. but I think our ducks have become the mean ducks in the pond. we took them to their new house today, and they were bigger than the other birds they're going to be living with, and they started chasing them around and scaring them. They also saw a yellow duck for the first time and tried to eat it.
hopefully they didn't get that from us...