No I am not talking about Roberto. who the Bachelorette Ali chose tonight (though I have decided to start calling my husband, Roberto instead of Robert). It was a good ending to a fun season of the Bachelorette though Ali's hair never quite found it's groove. I digress.
My heart is aching tonight for a mother in my neighborhood. She laid her eggs in the bushes of our neighbor across the street. These hedges have been the incubating spot for many a duck family over the last couple of years. We have seen many ducklings grow up on our street, which is in walking distance to the lake. They are the neighborhood pets. They are watched over and protected as much as possible.
Last spring there was this mommy of about 12 ducklings. I think she was vying for her own reality show with that big flock. They wandered the streets in all their cuteness and spurt their poop in all its grossness. Eventually they go to the lake and stay.
So the new mommy emerged at the end of last week with five little ducklings, barely taller than a blade of grass. Our whole family was so excited and went outside at every sighting (okay maybe the 16 yr old man/boy was not as excited as the rest of us).
On Sunday afternoon, pulling up to our house, Mommy Duck was walking them across the street, all FIVE. On Sunday evening she was camping out on our front sidewalk, babies gathered around, and there were only FOUR. My hubby and I looked around and it was nowhere to be found. I felt so sad for this mommy and wanted to throat punch the cat or dog or whatever it was that took her baby.
This afternoon we saw Mommy Duck a few doors down on someones lawn. There were only TWO babies. More sadness, more longing for throat punching.
Tonight as I came home from a late night of eating junk and making fun of the Bachelorette's hair, Mommy Duck was in front of my house again. And there was ONE baby. ONE! My heart sank. This poor mommy had lost all but one baby. I wanted to bring her inside and protect her and her duckling. Or stand outside all night and guard them with a bat. But as we learn from Shark Week and The Hills, there is a circle of life.
As a mom, raising six of my own babies and wanting to keep them close and safe my heart aches for Mommy Duck. We can't always protect our kids. Though I know my own kids will not be eaten by a wild animal (unless camping in Yellowstone apparently), they will leave me. They will poop all over my house and leave me, as one already has. So I just pray I have taught them enough to not get eaten alive by the world and to call their mom every once in awhile.
P.S. This was written at 1:30 am, have no idea if it's coherent. Going to check on Mommy Duck and go to bed.