When we were moving off base to the house we had just bought when I left the Navy, my youngest son was 7 and was helping me move my tools to the house. The road wound by a creek that had a small park with a duck crossing sign. He looked at it each time we passed and got really quiet each time. Finally, on the 5th pass, he asked me, "Dad, how do the ducks know that's where they have to cross the road?"












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