That's right. Ducks. Last night, after picking Madaline up from daycare, I once again, crested the top of the hill on our way home, only to suddenly need to slam on the brakes. I had gotten out of work late, which meant I got to daycare late, which meant, that we were just late. Instead of getting home by 5:45 it was going to be close to 6pm. And, so I was thinking about the impending logistical nightmare of dinner, playtime, shower, jammies, show, snack, and stories done by Madaline's 8pm bedtime when a little voice loudly interrupts my thoughts from the back seat "Mommy.....ducks - DUCKS!" It seems that the sound of my car coming over the hill is to the ducks what a dinner bell was to one of Pavlov's dogs.
However, living in the country kind of comes with it's own unique set of driving hazards. Most drivers have to mainly worry about other drivers, children darting across the road and maybe a few squirrels. Then there are some drivers that worry about the aforementioned things in additional to deer, skunks, opossums, dogs, cats, foxes and coyotes. Of course, on any given day, anyone, anywhere, can have to deal with any combination of those road hazards. But, we like to make it even more complicated where I live. In my neck of the wood, you need to add the following to the lists of potential 'car denting sure to put you in a deep ditch' road hazards: farm animals. Yes. Farm animals - horses, cows, sheep, goats, guinea hens and, well, ducks.
"I hear it....I hear it.....go-Go-GO.....Waddle....WADDLE across the road NOW!"
So, for the 4th night in a row we waited for the ducks. I took a deep breath, blared the horn and once again sighed in annoyance while Madaline squealed with delight from the back seat. After what felt like 5 minutes which was probably really only a minute or two, we were finally on our way. Madaline spent the remainder of our ride chattering and asking me questions about ducks. Me? I may or may not have forgotten about our evening schedule and started to day dream about fluffy new down pillows for my bed.