There is a little pool and fountain at the entrance of the building where I work.
Recently, unbeknownst to most of us, Mother Mallard was sitting on ten eggs under one of the bushes in the far landscaped corner across from the pool watching us go to work.
She, herself, is not a career type but instead perfers domesticity.
Yesterday, the younguns were hatched and, in true duck style, headed straight for the pool.
What Mommy hadn't considered was that there was a straight up and down concrete lip on the edge of the pool with a brick decking on top of the concrete.
Fortunately, astute employees soon realized that the babies had no way to get out, and put in a board ramp for the family. Others, or maybe the same people, put down some food.
I hope it wasn't from the cafeteria or they may get hardening of their little arteries at a very young age...although it hasn't seemed to hurt the sparrows and seagulls that hang out every day on or near the patio.
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