Mr F and I were driving north on the #5 freeway (also known as Golden State Freeway) around 8:45 pm this evening. The traffic was light, and we were going fast, when around a curve we came upon, and nearly hit, a family of ducks in our lane. We just saw the bright green of their heads, and Mr F had a split second to try avoid them.
- “Was that what I thought it was?”
- “Why were they crossing the road, and not flying?”
- “Did they have babies with them?”
We drove past too quickly to answer our own questions.
We know we didn’t hit them, because we didn’t feel a *bump*, but on this dark night we don’t think they’re going to survive their walk across one of the busiest freeways, to the L.A. River on the other side.
“I’m sure they must be feather’s and blood by now,” Mr F commented when we drove into our garage.
I hope not ….