Lost Ducklings
It was an ordinary morning and I was only planning to make breakfast for us.
But a distressed cry of a mother duck interrupted my journey to the kitchen. And I don't have to be a freak of nature to tell that it's panicking - she lost her ducklings, and I can hear their cries, except I have no idea how it got that way.
Turns out that they fell into my neighbour's covered pool.... great.... So I basically spend the whole morning trying to catch some ducklings which are ducking, diving, and dodging my every effort to rescue 'em, ARGHHHHHHHH!
Anyway, I caught them in the end after I exhaust 'em, stupid things, and to avoid them jetting off in a panic I managed to keep one in a bucket so it can first, calm down, second, lure the mother back to find them.
This little one that I kept was so scared and cold, so I left it in the sun until it feels better. It worked... it relaxes and started stretching its legs and then started chirping.
It was quite a grand moment, as I brought myself a cup of coffee at the balcony while the little one chirps away in the bucket. The cry of the duckling started to draw its mother closer and closer and closer through a symphony of big quacks and small chirps..
She finally came to the front port, and it seemed little duckling can't wait to see its mother so it started bopping out of the bucket.. I let it out. It was a beautiful moment; despite my sore body, dirty clothes... and missed breakfast.. Three ducklings and its mother are finally united ^^
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