I don’t even know where I’m going with this

I have a full hour for lunch today, and thought I’d share a sad story. It doesn’t matter in the larger scheme of things, but it offers some insight into the nature of humans. Maybe I can use that in a story one day.

I live by the alarm clock during the work week. Animals seem to live by the solar clock. There are days during the year where we sync up. That has been the case for the last few weeks.

I start for work on a semi busy road called Star Road. It’s only busy during the commute, and still isn’t as bad as downtown. Where I turn, there is a hobby farm across the street from a wheat field. Every morning I see two domestic ducks the other side of the stoplight crossing the road. One is the typical white duck, the other bears mallard colors. They cross the street into the wheat field.

I imagine them like two old men spending their day in the wheat. The white one could be a female, for all I know. People give them the right of way, and they’re kind of cute. The white one started limping about two weeks ago. The mallard colored one always waits for him, and quacks for him to hurry up.

In some ways they remind me of the retired farmers who still go to the coffee shop every morning to gossip with the active farmers.

Today, these ducks were splattered all over the road. Not just the white one, but the best friend too. I can just see the greenhead quacking for his friend to watch out. It bothers me to a degree.

I’m not overly sentimental. I eat tasty animals, and that includes ducks. I’ve even harvested my own game, slaughtered chickens, and butchered beef. I know where my pork chop comes from, and that beaver fur in my cowboy hat probably wasn’t donated by the beaver. Leather belt and shoes, check, alligator wallet, check.

Those deaths happened for a reason. They were planned, and had purpose. Nobody benefited from the death of these ducks. They weren’t marauding sheep killers, poisonous snakes, or someone’s supper. It would have made more sense if someone stole them for dinner.

Somebody’s text message was too important. Perhaps someone accelerated and declared how many points they were worth. Humans are strange, and perhaps my feeling on this is strange too.

It doesn’t surprise me at all. I once had a guy pass me on the right, because I stopped for a blind man with a guide dog in a crosswalk. There is a school for the blind right downtown. This driver wasn’t concerned for a disabled person, he would have no problem running down a duck.

So I don’t know where I’m going with this. Maybe I can use this as a character trait one day. Maybe my own thoughts about this are usable too someday.


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27 responses to “I don’t even know where I’m going with this

  1. Sad story, Craig. Reminds me of the poor young cat dead on a local street–in town. Being in town, it had to have been someone’s pet (note the town has around 2400 people, so feral cats are rare, and know better than to linger on the road). I can’t help but wonder if someone tagged the cat on purpose. I happen to be a cat person, so I file the ‘why’ question under the “what the hell is wrong with people” column. Sigh.

    BTW, love the new background!

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  2. I have had several mishaps in avoiding animals on the road. The most severe was avoiding a horse some idiot allowed to get away.There is no excuse for running animals down but the human has the car and the mind for violence. Go figure. Sorry for the loss here.

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  3. One of those stories that I knew where it was going, but that didn’t help when I got to the part. Maybe the point of the story is empathy toward other living things. From what you described, the ducks had lives, patterns, and a connection that many believe is only capable in human beings. Their death feels more like a murder than anything else.

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  4. That is really sad. Sometimes people are oblivious of others or don’t stop and think that they shouldn’t just run over things because they’re in a hurry or because they don’t feel like stopping. 😦

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  5. Unbelievable. That would bother me, too. It does, and I’m only reading about it on a screen. I can’t even imagine witnessing it. Sometimes people suck.

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  6. My friend at work witnessed a really sad duck event a while ago, a mother duck was crossing the road with her little ducklings following behind, a car came speeding along and ran over the mother duck and just kept on going, and the little ducklings who had been following the mother just began walking round and round the mother in a continuous circle. So sad – that kind of thing makes me wonder about whether small animals like that feel any kind of sadness or loss, I guess probably not, or not in the way we would anyway. (In case you’re wondering, my colleague did pick up the ducklings in a box and take them to an animal rescue place).

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  7. Funny in an odd way how these things can stick with us. I was traveling down the familiar country road from from my grandmother’s house to my small town in GA when an old sow stepped out in the road. I saw she was going to make it past me and didn’t slow down. What I didn’t see were the ten little piglets pattering along behind her. Nailed them all. Thump, lump, bump, times ten. I thought I destroyed the undercarriage. The pig owner, Miriam Duke (As in Dukes of Hazard.), a distant cousin, was not happy. She cursed me. I apologized and recommended she keep her livestock penned, as chickens, guineas, ducks, cows etc… were always crossing in Dukesville. Of course, she blamed me for not slowing down when I knew what to expect (the unexpected). Still, I ached for the babies and the poor old nursing sow.

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    • That’s awful. I know stuff happens, and we see deer collisions all the time out here. They kind of jump out at you, like the piglets. I’m thinking the white duck wasn’t much of a jumper, and he was standing on black asphalt.

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  8. Love the mushrooms BTW. It’s the ones growing on cow patties that bleed purple when you prick them that will show you the way through the enchanted forest.

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  9. This is awful Craig, I completely agree, as you know, I think nature should be respected. It shouldn’t die for no reason other than careless, thoughtless or selfish humans. Whether we eat the animal, make it into something useful, domesticate it, preserve it in the wild, whatever we are doing the animal should be treated with respect and what happened there is not respectful!

    At this time of year we get a lot of pigeons our way in the road, dozy and reluctant to move, until you bumper is literally touching thier beak. Perhaps because of chemicals they’ve eaten on the crops or because there’s a female they quite fancy in the tree above them. I still refuse to drive on until it’s gone. It’s got just as much right to be there as me. As long as I’m not causing an accident by slowing down. Maybe this was the case with the ducks but it sounds to me like people should be going slow enough to be able to stop without causing an accident. Anyway, enough virtual ranting from me, I’m off to write about bees 🙂

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  10. I am a sentimental sort, so even hearing about it bothers me. If I had passed those two ducks and observed them the way you did for that period of time, I’d be horribly saddened to see that end result. I can’t help thinking the one hung back for the other rather than desert him, and they went together as a result.

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  11. That is sad. I’m always affected by seeing a dead animal in the road, and it happens ofter around here, as we’re close to a river, wetlands, and woods. But it’s particularly sad when you recognize the animals, and when it was either deliberate or due to complete disregard for life, it makes me angry as well as sad.

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  12. That IS sad. Man, that really blows. Whenever people talk about what’s wrong with this country, my answer is always the same — people don’t seem to value life the way they used to. Yes, it extends to animals. Those ducks were part of your community.

    By the by, I like this new background.

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  13. That is sickening! Ducks are friends for life. (When we’d buy baby ducks for my photo studio’s checks & bunnies day, we were only allowed to buy them in pairs because of this.) People suck!

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