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If the evenings and nights around here would go back to being more like the daytime, the CWB team could hang it up and there’d be five fewer bloggers in the world.
Tuesday, 23 July 2013, 10:14AM
An officer is dispatched to handle a report of ducks in the road on Lincoln Avenue at Roscoe Street.
Officer: A citizen has rounded up three ducklings and put them into a box. But, uh, we got one duckling that went into the sewer. Nothing we can do about that one at the moment. Can you notify Animal Control?
Dispatcher: Is mama there, too, or just babies?
Officer: There’s a mama duck and, like, three or four ducklings. In a box.
Dispatcher: 10-4. We’ll call Animal Control.
10:24AM
Officer asks the dispatcher if it’d be okay for the citizen to just take the boxful of ducks to the river and be done with it.
Dispatcher: “I’m sure that’s okay. Animal control can’t even give us an ETA, so they won’t be there anytime soon.”
The officer tells the dispatcher that his sergeant is arriving on-scene. (You know it’s going to get complicated now.)
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10:29AM
Sergeant: These ducks are a protected species. Get the fire department over here to open the sewer. We have to rescue the protected duckling.
10:30AM
Sergeant cancels the fire department. The original officer on scene rescued the duckling single-handedly.
Dispatcher: “Good job. The fire department laughed at us anyway.”
10:41AM
All units from this incident returned to patrol.
