I'm not a hunter... not even close. I have no ambition to kill anything. Well, except for maybe the guy who was tailgating me all the way back to Kingston today. Anyhow, I saw something today that made me think about hunting. Sort of.
So I'm turning onto a dirt road where I have to do a pick up at a doctors office. As soon as I make the turn, there's a little downhill stretch, and I'm accelerating. Out of the brush at the side of the road a mother duck appears, and right behind her were her eight or ten little babies. These little ones were young...tripping over each other trying to keep up with Mom.
As soon as she appeared, I hit the brakes and came to a stop. This scared her a little and she cut to the side of the road. But seeing that I had stopped, she proceeded cautiously across the road..with the little ones close behind. One of the little ones tripped and fell on it's back, and then another one did. They were flopping around like crazy trying to right themselves and the mother stopped and went back to help them. One got itself sorted out, but the mother had to nudge the other one to get it back on it's feet. Ruth has already told me off for not having the camera with me. There have been several times I have seen wildlife on that drive that I wished I had my camera.
Anyhow, they scurried across the road and made it safely into the bush on the other side.
So I'm thinking about this on the way home. People purposely go duck hunting to kill an adult duck.
I purposely stopped to avoid killing a bunch of future adult ducks that someone else will purposely kill.
And the 20 second experience made my day.
Life is funny sometimes.