In the cyber-universe, a story that is two or three years old is ancient. So, forgive me if this one has passed your way before. It was new to me.
A friend, Darienne, passed along this duck story in another form. In looking for a version I could post here, I learned that it had been somewhat altered on its way to becoming urban legend. It is an example where the details – the who, what, when, where – don’t really matter.
What does matter is the “why”. That’s where the heart is. And this made my heart sing.
But wait there’s more!!! It happened again the next year.
This warmed my heart on a rainy grey November day. Whether you are in sunshine or snow or rain, warm or chilly, I hope it does the same for you.