What you gonna do, when your 8-year-old and her 9-year-old friend walk with five ducklings in a box to your house and knock on your front door? That’s a good question. After we asked the girls, where they found them, Kevin and I were debating what we gonna do with the quintet. Then I released the ducklings exactly there, were the girls found them. I kept an eye on them, while they walked toward the creek. And that’s where I thought were they belong. I followed them with a safe distance. One was stuck under a car, because a cat “trapped” it. No duckling for dinner tonight, Mr. Kittycat!!! I startled the cat, and it ran under another car. But what did that little duckling? It follows that darn cat. After I blocked the way to the cat and its sibling called louder, the little duck finally reunited with the other four. I don’t know, if they made it. But all five waddled happily to the creek. Hopefully Momma Duck is waiting with the other siblings down by the water’s edge.