I had an encounter the other night that wasn't in a typical nature setting, but it involved as much nature as anything there. This may be a sad little story, but only because I have no way of knowing the ending. Here goes.
I didn't really have anything to eat in the house, and it was getting late, so I had to resort to going to a fast food place. There had been thunderstorms off and on all day long, so it was very wet outside, and darker than usual when I pulled up to the speaker at the drive-thru.
As I was giving my order, I noticed a lone little female mallard duck wander through the parking lot right over to the front of my truck. It disappeared from my sight as it got right to the very front of the truck. I finished my order and watched for the duck, because I didn't want to run it over.
I still couldn't see it from inside the truck, so I got out to look for it, even though there was a line of cars behind me. I found the duck standing beside the curb in front of the truck, so I moved toward it to chase it away from danger. I was successful, as it waddled slowly over to the grassy area behind the building.
Everything seemed fine, so I got back in the truck to move on my way. As I pulled forward, I looked over to where the duck was. It was standing there looking towards the ground with a depressed look on it's face.
I don't know why the duck was there, or what became of it. It might have been fine. It didn't seem to be injured, but maybe lost. It might have just wanted a place to rest. Whatever the case was, I've felt bad about the situation ever since. That poor little lost duck.