Well let me set the scene for you...
I decided to treat myself and drive forty-five minutes into Rockwall to have dinner on the Harbor, on Lake Ray Hubbard, at Gloria's.
https://www.harborrockwall.com/
It's an amazing restaurant that has Latin inspired cuisine from El Salvador. So the roommate and I sit out on the patio overlooking the harbor. The weather is amazing. I've had two mango margaritas and am working on my carne asada with fried yucca, plaintains, and other deliciousness. My biological clock is ticking away watching these adorable siblings/kids at the table in front of us that are there for a birthday party for one of the girls that was turning five.
Anyway I usually like to walk along the lake after dinner before heading back to the car and driving home. We're walking along and suddenly I hear the unmistakable sound of baby ducks in quite some distress. So I scan the water and see two tiny little puffballs struggling against a waterfall getting pushed under and popping back up. I scan the fountain and pools for mom and don't see a hen anywhere. I ran down the steps, across a walkway, and up the other side, through a flower bed to dangle into the waterfall and grab them. I look through all the reeds and shrubs for a nest and can't find one. So I sit there with them hoping mom will show back up. Two drakes fly in to the highest tier of the fountain and ignore the other ten "floating" out in the water.
I can see they are starting to get tired and cold. Their voices aren't as insistent as they were before and I make the executive decision to catch them. I managed to get eight more without having to get in the water. The last two decided to let the current carry them out into the middle of the pool. At this point I desperately need to go to the bathroom so I leave the ducklings with my roommate and run off to the bathroom. As I'm coming back I hear more distressed screaming and peer over the harbor wall into the lake proper and there are two little ones struggling to get up onto this log that keeps rolling over. I get back to the fountain area, kick of my shoes, roll up my pants, and wade out there like a hobbit from the Shire and snatch both of them up. I went back to the lake and see the two little ones managed to get up on the log and are huddled up shivering and peeping miserably. I have no idea how I'm supposed to get them so I scan the shoreline and find a huge piece of smooth driftwood. I climb over the railing, grab it, climb back over and realize I still can't reach them unless I climb back over. So back on the other side I dangle myself off the wall and finesse the floating log about 300 feet down to a pier without dumping them into the water or waking them up. I sent the roommate down there to snatch them on the last push.
So we ended up bringing all fourteen of them home. I just couldn't stand the thought of them drowning without mom to waterproof their feathers. It was quite odd too, because out of the seventeen different mallards I saw they were all drakes. I assumed that's because the hens were on eggs. All I can figure is the hen hatched these out and they got swept up in the fountain and went down several waterfalls and she was either so distressed or disturbed she just abandoned them. I'll post some pictures in a moment.