I had two ducks when I was little. They lived on my grandparent’s farm and I loved watching them and waddling around like I was one. Then, they had their ducklings and I’d walk around with them thinking it was great game of “Follow the Leader.” I even became protective, like I cried and cried when they learned to fly. I was terrified for them. I remember my grandfather reassuring me that they would not die if they landed on or somehow touched the telephone wire. So, I was very much invested in this mother duck and ducklings crossing the interstate. I absolutely yelled a few times and gasped.
The Mister and I have said we need to make a video of us doing commentary. If only we had some video editing software.