We had a little adventure today. On the way out we passed a mother duck and her ducklings trying to cross a six lane road. One little one was already squashed. I made MrBL turn around and go back and we found them in a business carpark. Another car came back as well and the four of us had them cornered and where wondering what to do when a car pulled into the carpark. The other woman went over to the fellow who got out and asked him if he had a box. He hung his head and said no. She then asked him if he could go inside and find a box, he replied no again looking even more sheepish.
MrBL then came over to me and asked if I knew what carpark we were in and what the business was? Then it hit me, we were at a brothel.
I told our fellow rescuers, but in the meantime the mother duck had flown off and some of the babies had gone under a fence into a secure locked area at the back of the brothel. I knocked on the door and asked the woman who answered if she could unlock it for us. She told us to wait there a minute and then one of “the working girls” came out the back entrance and let us through.
So now there were five of us. MrBL went out the front to see if the duck had come back while use three rescuers and TWG were trying to catch the babies.
He’s worried someone might have seen him loithering around the front of a “Knocking Shop”. We told the working girl about asking their customer for a box and the conversation went rapidly downhill and more bawdy until we were just about wetting ourselves with laughter and she was going to tell the rest of the “girls” and they’d think it was hilarious. Just goes to show that you shouldn’t judge a person by their job.
Anyway mother and babies were reunited and hopefully are in a safer spot now.