This morning I stopped for ducks crossing the street, in the crosswalk no less. There were only two, a male and a female. They must have been a couple or at least friends because the mallard stood in the middle of the crosswalk and then the lady duck crossed over into the safety zone. There was the longest line of cars behind me honking, which I didn’t think Pacific North Westerners did, but I also didn’t care because once they passed the ducks on the side of the road I’m sure they felt like the biggest jerks ever.
I hope those two ducks have the happiest life together and have lots of little baby ducks that they can teach to cross the street in the crosswalk.