Our apartment complex has a little park area with a stream, where ducks tends to hang out. Very serene. And when we moved in to the apartment there was a duck right outside our windowsill. A few days later we noticed she was sitting on some eggs. 12 to be exact. So each morning we'd peek out the window to see how she was doing, and when those baby ducks were coming.
On Saturday morning we went for our regular check in, and saw that they had hatched!
So adorable! They just huddled together and tried to keep warm, and participated in generally adorable behavior.
By Sunday they were gone, but one little guy was left behind. He was all alone, shaking and basically crying out for love. Broke my heart. So we called Animal Control to find out what we should do. Maybe there was a way to get the mother to come back? Maybe we should put on gloves and take him down to the park area so his mom could see him?
Animal control told us that if he was alone now, it was because his mom had abandoned him. So no amount of gloved transport was going to help. We were told to take him in to the Animal Control office so they could properly take care of him. So we did. Drew picked him up, we placed him a warm blanket in a box, cranked the heat in the car, and drove him to the office.
By the time we got there, I was completely in love. The little guy was chirping away, and all I could think was how much I did not want to hand him over. But.....I did. When I picked him up for the first time he was almost imperceptible. It felt like he didn't weigh anything at all. He was just one little soft fuzzball of cuteness. This is how tiny he was
We handed him off and drove home. Remind me again why I can't keep a baby duck? :(

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