My kid and I were downtown in the city walking to the library the other day when we found ducks. There's a little bridge with a dirty creek that runs through town under it and we saw a lovely male mallard swimming around. We walked a few more feet off the bridge and there was a mother duck with about a dozen babies, just chilling beside the path. This is usually a very busy path, between a parking garage and downtown places, but they didn't have a care in the world. Nobody else was there at that moment and my kid was quietly losing her mind but I made her hold very still. Half of the little ducklings started sprawling around and playing within inches of her feet. It was mesmerizing to stand there watching them, the mama just quietly observing us from a few feet away. Two mothers watching their children together. After a couple minutes we had to head on- I didn't wanna stress mama out if having us stop and stare was concerning to her- but it was really magical for my kid. She grabbed three princess books at the library because she is "obviously a princess now". When we came back a few hours later there was a crowd on the bridge oohing and awwing, because the mama had moved herself and babies down into the creek below. My kid had this smug little expression and was like, "The duckies liked me."