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Hi Folks,

I received this next part of this post in an email from Judy in Kentucky and thought it was a lovely mail and that it would therefore make a lovely item for my blog today ........ It's just such a great wee story and has the sort of feel good factor that I couldn't resist setting it up on my blog - so enjoy ! (and Thanks again Judy ).

A lucky duck in San Antonio , Texas.
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Something really cute happened ...... in downtown San Antonio this week. Michael R. is an accounting clerk at Frost Bank and works there in a second story office. Several weeks ago, he watched a mother duck choose the concrete awning outside his window as the unlikely place to build a nest above the sidewalk. The Mallard laid ten eggs in a nest in the corner of the planter that is perched over 10 feet in the air. She dutifully kept the eggs warm for weeks, and on Monday afternoon all of her ten ducklings hatched.

Michael worried all night how the momma duck was going to get those babies safely off their perch in a busy, downtown, urban environment to take to water, which typically happens in the first 48 hours of a duck hatching. Tuesday morning, Michael watched the mother duck encourage her babies to the edge of the perch with the intent to show them how to jump off. Office work came to a standstill as everyone gathered to watch. The mother flew down below and started quacking to her babies above. In disbelief Michael watched as the first fuzzy newborn trustingly toddled to the edge and astonishingly leapt into thin air, crashing onto the cement below. Michael couldn't stand to watch this risky effort nine more times!

He dashed out of his office and ran down the stairs to the sidewalk where the first obedient duckling, near its mother, was resting in a stupor after the near-fatal fall. Michael stood out of sight under the awning-planter, ready to help. As the second one took the plunge, Michael jumped forward and caught it with his bare hands before it hit the concrete. Safe and sound, he set it down it by its momma and the other stunned sibling, still recovering from that painful leap. (The momma must have sensed that Michael was trying to help her babies.)

One by one the babies continued to jump. Each time Michael hid under the awning just to reach out in the nick of time as the duckling made its free fall. At the scene the busy downtown sidewalk traffic came to a standstill. Time after time, Michael was able to catch the remaining eight and set them by their approving mother. At this point Michael realized the duck family had only made part of its dangerous journey. They had two full blocks to walk across traffic, crosswalks, curbs and past pedestrians to get to the closest open water, the San Antonio River, site of the famed "River Walk."

The onlooking office secretaries and several San Antonio police officers joined in. An empty copy-paper box was brought to collect the babies. They carefully corralled them, with the mother's approval, and loaded them in the container. Michael held the box low enough for the mom to see her brood. He then slowly navigated through the downtown streets toward the San Antonio River. The mother waddled behind and kept her babies in sight, all the way. As they reached the river, the mother took over and passed him, jumping in the river and quacking loudly.

At the water's edge, Michael tipped the box and helped shepherd the babies toward the water and to the waiting mother after their adventurous ride. All ten darling ducklings safely made it into the water and paddled up snugly to momma. Michael said the mom swam in circles, looking back toward the beaming bank bookkeeper, and proudly quacking. At last, all present and accounted for: "We're all together again. We're here! We're here!"


Here's a family portrait before they head outward to further adventures... Like all of us in the big times of our life, they never could have made it alone without lots of helping hands. I think it gives the name of San Antonio's famous "River Walk" a whole new meaning! Maybe you will want to share this story with others. Doctor York told me she had forwarded it to 20 people.. I'm sending Mrs Duck on to further waters on this side of the pond as it's a story that's too good to lose!

Changing tack a bit I'm enclosing a joke I heard recently, have a look-see I was drinking a cuppa and just about managed to stop myself choking ........

Woman who know their place and their husband's ......... Barbara Walters, of Television's 20/20, did a story on gender roles in Kabul Afghanistan several years before the Afghan conflict. She noted that women customarily walked five paces behind their husbands. She recently returned to Kabul and observed that women still walk behind their husbands. From Ms. Walters' vantage point, despite the overthrow of the oppressive Taliban regime, the women walk even further back behind their husbands, and seem appear happy to maintain the old custom.

Ms . Walters approached one of the Afghani women and asked, 'Why do you continue with an old custom that you once tried so desperately to change?' The woman looked Ms. Walters straight in the eyes, and without hesitation said, " Land Mines ! "

The moral of the story is (no matter what language you speak and where you go). BEHIND EVERY MAN - THERE'S A SMART WOMAN ! ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~

If you read this to the end all will be revealed ... An Irish farmer named Seamus had a car accident. In court, the lorry company's hot-shot solicitor was questioning Seamus. 'Didn't you say to the Police at the scene of the accident,
"I'm fine"?' asked the solicitor. Seamus responded: 'Well, I'll tell you what happened. I had just loaded my favourite cow,Bessie, Into the...' 'I didn't ask for details', the solicitor interrupted. 'Just answer the question. Did you not say,at the scene of the accident 'I'm fine!'?'

Seamus again said, 'Well, I had just got Bessie into the trailer and I was driving down the road', The solicitor interrupted again and said, 'Your Honour, I am trying to establish the fact that, at the scene of the accident, this man told the police on the scene, that he was fine. Now several weeks after the accident, he is trying to sue my client. I believe he is a fraud. Please tell him to simply answer the question'.

By this time, the Judge was fairly interested in Seamus's answer and said to the solicitor: 'I'd like to hear what he has to say about his favourite cow, Bessie'. Seamus thanked the Judge and proceeded. 'Well as I was saying, I had just loaded Bessie, my favourite cow, into the trailer and was driving her down the road when this huge lorry and trailer came through a stop sign and hit
my trailer right in the side. I was thrown into one ditch and Bessie was thrown into the other. I was hurt, very bad like, and didn't want to move. I could hear old Bessie moaning and groaning. I knew she was in terrible pain just by her groans.

Shortly after the accident,a policeman on a motorbike turned up.He could hear Bessie moaning and groaning . So he went over to her. After he looked at her,and saw her condition, he took out his gun and shot her between the eyes. Then the policeman came across the road.... His gun still in his hand, he looked at me and said, 'How are you feeling?'
"Now just what in flaming blazes would 'you' have said?"



Cheers from the land of the Tartan and the Heather, Love Kate xxx.