The following is true. I did not change any names. One of my co-workers is a 20-year-old female. She is an animal right activist, vegetarian hippy. She does know I live for duck hunting; train Chesapeake’s to pick up ducks and usually have guns in the truck.
She is a very smart girl and we often have great discussions about our opposite views.
She told me this story yesterday, I must share. There is a grocery store in the hart of town called city market that only other sandal-wearing hippies shop at. She went to this store with a couple friends yesterday morning. Outside the store was a “Hurt, Crippled Mallard Duck” She was sure it had escaped some hunter and needed help. She and her friends gathered around the poor beast and tried to help it. As they all had phones, one called the police. One called a vet they knew and another went into the market for help. The police dispatched the city animal control officer to the scene. The vet on the phone advised to keep the duck warm. The store manager said she would get blankets and went back inside and came out with poofy towels from the store stock.
As they are there, huddled round the duck getting ready to wrap the freezing wounded duck in swaddling towels a fellow with a shopping cart and bottles walks up. Addresses the duck with “Hi Daffy, want your popcorn?” and tosses a handful of bagged corn onto the pavement and the duck springs to live and woofs down the corn. The circle of hippies gets excited and yells at the bum (shopping cart gentleman) to back off as the duck is obviously seriously injured and needs to be kept calm until the medics arrive.
The bum replies, “That’s Daffy, he is here every morning and I feed him corn” As the bum is speaking and the hippies are yelling, the duck finishes the corn and flies away.
At that moment animal control pulls into the lot. Gives my co-worker a stern talking to about calling in a false report. She insists there was a seriously injured duck right here but the bum scared it away. Animal control says “Oh, Daffy? He is here every morning. Just give him some corn and he will fly away.”
Sometimes these animal rights folk just crack me up. They try so hard to do well.