ducks.

WTF ducks. That is all I have to say. WTF.

I was driving down the road today - a main road in town. As I was approaching a stop light, I looked ahead and saw what was clearly some sort of a bird in the roadway. From a distance, I saw this winged-creature standing on it's legs and I thought, "OMG is that a penguin?!" I got incredibly excited thinking I was going to save a group of penguins in the road. I recalled a day when S showed me pictures he took in Marshall of a truck that had turned over that was carrying a bunch of penguins to Galveston - to Moody Gardens - and people were rescuing the penguins. That's what I thought I was about to do. Except I love penguins so, so, so much that I would have had to keep one for myself.

As I approached, I realize that it wasn't penguins at all. It was ducks. Ducks, ducks and more ducks. About 10 or 12 of them. Oh my goodness. Ducks.

I was driving in the right lane and I slowed.
The ducks didn't move.
I came to a stop.
They didn't move.
I crept forward.
They didn't move.
Cars were driving fast in the left lane.
They didn't move.
Cars went around me into the left lane.
They didn't move.
I thought I was losing my mind.
They didn't move.
Ten or 12 ducks just sitting in the right lane of a major thoroughfare. Not moving.

What if someone didn't stop for the ducks? What if the ducks got hurt? So they're not penguins. I still love them. I didn't want them to get hurt.

I opened my cell phone. I dialed Jimmy. I knew he was at work and I needed the police dispatch phone number immediately. Jimmy gave it to me. He was baffled. I called dispatch and said, "I don't know who I'm supposed to call but there's a bunch of ducks in the middle of [insert name] Road. They're just sitting there. They're not moving." The dispatcher said, "A bunch of what?" And I said, "Ducks. There's a bunch of ducks and they're not moving." She said, "Ducks?" And I said, "Yes, ducks. Like the birds." She sounded very confused and said, "And they're not moving?" I said, "No, they're not moving. I'm worried about them. I don't want them to get hurt." Thinking in my head what a moron I must sound like. She took down the information from me and said they'd send someone over. Now, there's a duck pond nearby that I'm sure the ducks belonged at. But the point was that on this day in the afternoon, the ducks were not in the pond. They were in the middle of the road.

I drove by later and they were gone. So either the police saved them or they eventually found their way back to the pond.

It was so random. But I must say, I'm glad I got to see something as random and odd and beautiful as this.

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