So every September the Rennies River Foundation
has a fundraiser were they send a legion of
yellow rubber fowl down stream.
Each toy duck is numbered and which ever duck
crosses the finish line first the holder of said duck's number
is the winner of some grand prize.
However, not every duck crosses the finish line.
On the night that I documented the lack of
snow banks on the sidewalk I also noted this
one wee fella amongst the high seas and caught
along the snarly flotsam. I walked on after taking
a picture of it to add to anecdotes of my wanderings.
Days later when the weather was more amicable for strolls
I again meandered along this same part of the river
figuring this fella had certainly been washed away by
the torrential stream.
Funny thing was that he was still in the same area
of the river and on dry land and at a point that he could
be rescued.
This hardly makes me a good Samaritan. This certianly
does not prove I'm creative. This only confirms that I'm
a crazy person.
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