I apologize for the blurry picture. I took it through the window of the bus. The #34 bus, heading west on Johnson Creek Blvd thus morning about 9:30 a.m
I should not even have been on that bus. I was running late. But it must be a God moment.
The bus driver and I helped a mama duck and her babies across Johnson Creek Blvd., through heavy morning traffic to the other side. They were most like heading towards the creek.
I was enjoying the sight of the blue sky and puffy white clouds through the window. I was smiling and imaging my granddauggter's sweet little face light up when she saw me.
My daughter and Gracie were meeting me at Starbucks at Cascade Station. Normally I would take the #34 to the Clackamas Town Center. But I missed that bus. So I got on the #34 that went down Johnson Creek Blvd. I would transfer to the #75 at the Springwater Corridor bike path.
Halfway down the hill, the driver yelled out, "Hold on folks!" She came to.a screeching halt. My daydreaming intetrupted, I looked up.at the driver.
"Can you see them? Look at the cute little babies", she squealed.
I got out of my seat and peered through her windshield. Sure enough, a mama duck and her little fuzzy ducklings were marching across the street! The cars in the opposite lane had stopped. But so had the ducks. The driver honked her horn and they moved a few inches.
The car facing us got impatient and gunned his engine, then swerved around our ducky friends, missing them by just a tail feather!
"Jerk!" Yelled my bus driver.
The ducks remained planted in the middle of the road.
"Let me out", I said. "I'll escort them. Wait for me!"
I hopped off and walked towards mama duck.
"Shoo duckies!" I said.
Mama turned around and snapped at me!
Her ducklings huddled close to her.
I made a big motion with my arms and kept walking towards them.
She got the hint. Mama and babies waddled across the road and down the embankment towards the creek.
I turned to the driver and grinned, giving her a thumbs up sign. She was clapping her hands and smiling.
I hopped back on. We both agreed that this was going to be a very good day.
And it was. For me. My daughter. My granddaughter. And a family of ducks.
Talk to you tomorrow!
Love,
Zita
P.S. Here is today's hooping video
Day 297!
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