Yesterday I just happened to look down into the little city creek as I walked across a bridge and I saw a mother duck and two babies standing at the edge of the very disgusting water, looking like "should I take these kids through this mess?" Trash, broken limbs, storm residue. I immediately felt sorry for these little ghetto ducks. A man behind me stopped and said "There used to be 6 babies. I hope these make it." Fast forward an hour and Tom was telling me about the country club ducks. Pretty little lake, 7 or 8 baby ducks. And I wonder do ducks know there's a different neighborhood out there?