This morning a mother duck and her seven babies entered a long bridge just before I did. Trapped with me behind them, the ducks took off waddling across as fast as they could. I stayed about 15 feet back. The mother positioned herself between the babies and me, quacking encouragement to her young. When they finally reached the other side they veered off into the brush. I'm sure they were exhausted from their long run.


See, this is why I like ducks more than geese. If this was a mother goose and her goslings, the mom would have had the babies stand their ground and then she would have gotten all up in my grill.