I don’t think I have mentioned my fondness for ducks. I love the way they waddle, the way they quack, the way the male ducks guard the female ducks while she looks for food – I pretty much love everything the ducks that live across the street from me do. I am a weirdo and I visit them like they are my friends, and chase them around trying to capture pictures of them on my phone.
This morning I saw something terrible on the way to work… one of my friends had been hit by a car. How someone could hit a duck on the road in front of my apartment complex baffles me – unless they were speeding and not paying attention to a thing in front of them. There are Duck Crossing signs and everything! I am so upset and so angry… I wish I had saw the car that hit the duck because they would be sorry.
Tonight I think I will bring some bread to the ducks at the pond near my house as a condolence for their loss.
Rest in Peace Mr. Duck.
Oh no! How sad. π
Oh, no! That is so sad!
I’ll never forget the day I saw a bunch of ducklings run over by a car. There were ponds at the corners of a busy road where a shopping mall was near my undergraduate university and ducks and geese always crossed the road there. Someone just totally disregarded their lives and drove over them. So sad.
I’m sorry – hope you’re alright!
That is so sad!!! I am sorry!