i was driving to the OBX on a highway a had to cross a large/high bridge. as i started over the bridge(about 3/4 of a mile long) i noticed a female duck had been hit by a car and was dead at the base of the bridge. as i continued over the bridge i noticed 8 tiny babies running along the jersey wall for their dear lives. now the speed is 65 and there were cars all around me so just stopping on the bridge was impossible. as i kept driving i felt compelled to do something so i took my next exit and turned around and headed back. of course i had to pass the bridge and go to the next exit in the other direction and turn around again. by the time i made it to the top of the bridge i noticed cars were starting to slow down. by this time animal control had stopped and was trying to wrangle the little guys up, with 2 hands. so i grabbed an empty box out of my truck and ran ahead of the gang of chicks and was able to swoop them all up at once. i handed them to the animal control and was on my way. good thing animal control showed up too. because as i was doing all of my re-routing i had already built a new enclosure in my backyard in my head.
oh well. i think the act got me a place in heaven.
oh well. i think the act got me a place in heaven.
art: the OBX.

