I work in a developing area filled with wild brush and fields that have yet to be leveled by concrete. On the 905 W today, I saw that a duck had been run over and in the median were baby ducks, or ducklings, about eight or so in total. Concrete barriers halted their passage across. One car had stopped to pick up one of the ducklings. The light turned green and it was too late for me to help them–but I decided to make a U-turn at the last second and go back after them. Coming back around, they had already made it into the intersection as cars raced by. Luckily my light was red. I turned on my hazard lights and people watched as I ran frantically into the street herding the ducklings into the brush on the side of the road. I don’t know what I was thinking, but I figured being on the side of the road in the wild brush was better than being hit by speedy traffic. Hopefully they’ll die of natural causes rather than become roadkill. I really tried to grab the baby ducks and thought maybe I could let them go in a lake, but time and logic were against me. A 3 lane highway full of cars coming from Mexico, and scared, scattered ducklings made the idea almost impossible. I was able to get every last one across the street and into the field and that’s the direction they continued their journey. Hopefully some of them made it without their mother

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