Thursday, January 29, 2009

Mother duck's 'bird brain' saves ducklings




She grabs police officer by pant leg to lead him to her brood trapped under grate
Nicholas Read Vancouver Sun


Ray Peterson, Special to the Sun / Mother duck shows police officer where her ducklings fell through a grate into a sewer underneath the Granville Street Bridge.

Don't mention "bird brains" to Ray Petersen, because after what happened this week, he won't hear a word of it.

Petersen, a community police officer for Granville Downtown South, was walking in the 1500-block Granville Street (directly under the Granville Bridge) Wednesday morning when a duck came up and grabbed him by the pant leg. Then it started waddling around him and quacking.

"I thought it was a bit goofy, so I shoved it away," Petersen said in an interview.

But the duck, a female (he thinks it was a mallard), wasn't about to give up that easily. Making sure she still had Petersen's eye, she waddled up the road about 20 metres and lay on a storm sewer grate.

Petersen watched and thought nothing of it.

"But when I started walking again, she did the same thing. She ran around and grabbed me again."

It became obvious to him then that something was up.

So when she waddled off to the sewer grate a second time, Petersen decided to follow.

"I went up to where the duck was lying and saw eight little babies in the water below. They had fallen down between the grates."

So Petersen took action. He phoned police Sergeant Randy Kellens, who arrived at the scene and, in turn, got in touch with two more constables.

"When they came down, the duck ran around them as well, quacking. Then she lay down on the grate," Petersen said.

While Kellens looked over into the grate, the duck sat on the curb and watched.

Then the two constables, John Schilling and Allison Hill, marshalled a tow truck that lifted the grate out of position, allowing the eight ducklings to be rescued one by one with a vegetable strainer.

"While we were doing this, the mother duck just lay there and watched," Petersen says.

Once the ducklings were safe, however, she set about marching them down to False Creek, where they jumped into the water.

Kellens followed them to make sure they were all right, but elected to remain on shore.

The experience has changed Petersen's mind about ducks. He thinks they're a lot smarter than he used to.

And while he never ate duck before, he says he wouldn't dream of it now.

Monday, January 12, 2009

pursuit of happiness

"Hey... Don´t ever let somebody tell you, you can´t to something. Not even me... Alright? You got a dream, you gotta protect it. People can't do something themselves, they wanna tell you that you can't do it. You want something? Go get it. Period." (Christopher Gardner)


Sunday, January 04, 2009

The soul and bird

At the bottom, and there at the bottom of the body, the soul lives.
Although there were those who saw, but everyone knows it exists.
And know that not only exists, but you know what there is inside.
Within the soul, there in the center, resting on a paw is a bird. And the name of the bird bird is the soul. He feels everything we feel, when someone hurts us, the bird of the soul stirring up over there and here, in every way within our body, suffers a lot. When someone loves us, the bird is the soul of pulinhos happy to back and forth, going and coming. When someone calls us, the bird of the soul there is just listening to the voice, to recognize that type of call is. When someone to be angry with us, the bird of the soul collects itself within himself and tristonho silent. And when someone embraces us, the bird of the soul that lives on the bottom, and there at the bottom of our body, begins to grow to grow, to fill almost all the space within us, is so good for him to hug.
Inside the body, the fund and fund it, the soul lives.
Although there were those who saw, but everyone knows it exists.
You know that the bird is made of the soul? Ah, this is very easy: it is made of drawers and more drawers.
But we can not open the drawers in any way, since each one has a key to her alone! And the bird's soul is the only one able to open the drawers. (...) The bird runs the key you want to open the drawer, pull the handle, and everything that is inside out in freedom into the body. And everything that we have a drawer, the bird of the soul has many drawers: joy, sadness, envy, disappointment, despair, patience, laziness, empty, and many more hidden drawers .(...) When the bird is pettish opens drawers giving malaise. And when the bird is in a good mood drawers that are well chosen. And most important is to hear the bird logo. Because the bird is called by us, and we would not listen. It is pity. He wants to talk to us from ourselves.
Want to tell us about the feelings that are closed in the drawers inside us. Some people listen to often, there are those who hear the rare times, and some people listen to only once in life.
So it is worth, perhaps by late evening, when the silence surrounds us, hear the bird of the soul that lives within us, basically, there right in the bottom of the body.

Michal of Snunit