It was Africa hot at 2pm but it was likely my only time slot I would get to go for a run that day. With a heat index of 108*, what began as a run became a hot footslog through the neighborhood. Not even Hamilton the Musical could keep my feet running at a sub 12 min/mile pace.
It. Was. Unbearable.
SO when my husband phoned from just a few streets over with the news that a clients pool had a few baby ducks trapped in it, the rescue seemed like a perfect excuse to end the “run.” I made my way to the pool where David and a very excited little Ransom were trying to find the mommy duck and two tiny week-old ducklings were swimming, desperately trying to find shade in the overhang of the pool deck.
Once home, I told my crew that we had a rescue to perform, and with a brown storage bin, a few soft towels and a pool net we were off.
When the rescue team and I arrived back at the vacant house, mama duck was back. She was very upset that her babies were trapped in the pool and wasn’t happy to see us with our duck rescuing equipment! Glory, Shepherd, Liberty, Courson and Soji were completely smitten with the tiny creatures and quickly went about the business of trying to shoo them into the net or scoop them up. But baby ducks are FAST! Diving and swimming, running on top of the water and scooching through the pool made it almost impossible to catch them. We basically had to tire the little things out before Soji just reached right in the pool and grabbed one and then the second exhausted one swam into Glory’s net.
Once they were in the storage bin, everyone had to ooohh and aaahh over them for a few minutes before we began the search for the mama duck who was now nowhere to be seen. We discovered her hiding behind the hedge on the golf course and tried to bring the bin of babies near enough for her to hear them peeping. No luck. She flew away and circled the house and fairway a few times before finally settling down about 500 feet away.
We took the bin with the duckies into the fairway. No golfers anywhere in sight, we gently laid the towels with the tired out duckies onto the fairway.
Mama duck didn’t even look our way.
Glory began walking the babies down the fairway and about 200 feet out, mama realized that her babies were wandering the course. She began waddling as quickly as her little webbed feet could carry her and within 100 feet the babies saw their mama! The reunion was adorable!
Unfortunately, it wasn’t more than two minutes later when both baby duckies, apparently exhausted from the long ordeal, fell into the sand trap. Mama duck was oblivious and both babies were scrambling as fast as they could to try and follow their mother. One baby quickly made it out but the second was struggling. Glory began running towards the sand trap for rescue #2 and that was apparently enough to get him over the edge of the trap!
I sure hope those little duckies make it. I don’t think they were blessed with the most observant mama duck but hey…every mama needs a little help now and then.