Ducks

Last night as Richard and I were driving home from supper on the beach (me-Wendy's Mandarin Chicken Salad, Richard Chicken nuggets, both of us-Frosties), we saw a mother duck and her 1/2 grown offspring walking down the road. We pull in to the driveway and notice that the teenage ducks have waddled onto our property and are making their way up our lawn to the fence, seeing the pond maybe? if there were no fences, they would only have to walk through 3 backyards to get to the pond. Mother duck didn't know where they had gone and was quacking furiously, trying to find them. Teenage ducks walking back and forth at the fence, unable to reach pond. Richard went over to ducks to herd teenage ducklings towards mother. Mother and ducklings reunited-but all of them seem confused about what to do next. I go to move sprinkler at other end of house. A few minutes later, Richard crosses my path slowly and puts his finger up to his mouth-shushingly. He makes his way to the corner of the property, ducks following all in a row. I watch as he slowly makes his way to the duckpond, with a small line of ducks following him. Mother and ducklings reach pond and hop in. It was one of the cutest things I have ever seen.