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Nesting Instinct

By thePatrick

As was promised, here is a story about a baby duck that we adopted this weekend. While I was at work, I got a phone call from Christy, telling me that while she was driving to the flower shop where she works, she saw a baby duck running across the road. Now, we are in this baby preparation class, and one of the things they tell us about is the mother's to be having a "nesting instinct." I didn't know that it was going to be a literal nest. She just had to save this duck, and so she put it in her purse and brought it to work. Luckily, the people she works with weren't too weirded out by a baby duck in a purse, however, her boss did think it was a small rodent, and screamed quite loud.
Luckily, this isn't the first baby duckling that we had to save. A while back, Christy and Norte took young Llama under their care (weird name for a duck, I know), and we pretty much knew what to do. Anyway, Norte was the babysitter (ducksitter?) while we both were at work. He came in at 3:00 to replace me, and lovingly handed over a box with a duckling, so that young Nibbles (that's what Norte and I decided to name him) still had a responsible keeper. I walked home, stopping at Subway to purchase a sandwich for me, and a loaf of bread for a duck. I spent a good portion of the afternoon feeding bread to a duck that was swimming around in my bathtub.
After Christy got home, we went for a walk along the ditch by where we live, since we had seen a little duck family there earlier. We found said duck family, and I walked down the banks of the ditch, with little Nibbles in my hand. He ran down the bank, and splashed right in line with a Mama and Daddy duck, and their two other babies. All was right with the universe. So glad that we can help out with duck life.

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