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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 an

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)

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 b