There are little pockets of wilderness here and there around our subdivision, streams and ponds and wooded areas, and it means that occasionally very stupid bunnies have babies in our yard and from time to time I walk the dog past a sign that says something to the effect of “Beware!  There be badgers here.”  It also means that there are lots of ducks around during the spring and summer, ducks that occasionally decide to cross the street without first finding a crosswalk and then cautiously looking both ways.  Sometimes you have to make some allowances for these ducks, since obviously they do not fully understand the tragic repercussions of darting into traffic. 

I was out for a bit this morning, and a small handful of the aforementioned ducks decided to take one of the aforementioned strolls across the street between the pond and the school (there’s some joke in there but the punchline is fairly obvious so I’ll let you work that out for yourselves) so I stopped my car and proceeded to hang out for a little bit.  I was so engrossed in watching the leisurely waddling that I failed to notice a rather giant car pull up behind me, until the driver of this car honked his horn and then gestured rather rudely as he pulled out into the other lane and sped off to wherever he was going, narrowly missing another waiting car and two of the ducks as he went.

This is all rather minor in the grand scheme of things (unless, of course, you’re one of the ducks, in which case it probably all seems very major) but it did make me pause and think grateful thoughts that I am neither too busy nor too important to spend a few minutes watching some ducks safely cross the road.