From a local blog:
"This morning we received a call that several ducklings had fallen into a storm drain. With the assistance of Coventry Police, Animal Control and Hopkins Hill Fire Department, all 12 ducklings were safely reunited with their mother. Happy early Mothers Day to her."
This brought tears to my eyes. Nothing could bring more good will to our local police, fire and rescue than a story like this.
That's cute as can be. Ducklings are a special kind of adorable. Their little chirping from their pen when we had them never got old
That's really cool news. I once came across a mother Mallard duck that was frantic around a storm sewer grate and after getting out of the car I could hear a bunch of baby ducks crying out. I called the animal control AND the local TV station about the problem which both dispatched someone to assess the situation. I figured that having the TV film crew on hand would force the dog catcher to rescue the baby ducks just in case he decided to say that it was just Mother Natures way and he wasn't going to help the Mamma duck.
I found my Mamma and baby ducks photos. 
I made the animal control officer a hero. Our storm drains are eight feet deep.
Here's an abbreviated version of the rescue video. They were wrong, Mamma never fell into the drain.
Consider me subscribed to this thread. Sometimes I need reminders of the good things happening in the world.
Oh yeah been here a few times. We're pretty good about keeping track of our ducks' nests, but every once in a while one of them will sneak a clutch in on us. Of course, when they do it's always because they're in some sort of difficuly to access location, naturally.
Last year one of our girls hid a nest in some tires I had stored on top of the office in the shop. When the ducklings hatched most of them just hung out on top of the office until we discovered them, at which point mom flew down and they immediately followed her, either being caught out of mid air by my wife, who has a second career as a backup wide receiver for the Jags if she ever quits teaching, or simply bouncing to the floor eight feet below [spoiler alert, ducklings are very bouncy and can safely take a pretty serious fall].
Anyway, a couple of the more adventurous ducklings took another route off the top of the office and fell down between the inner wall of the office and the outside wall of the shop. We could hear peeping and roughly follow them around, so we cut a mouse hole in the wall and parked mom there to holler at them.
They got the message and came bumbling out like it was no big deal.
Mom gathered them up and reunited them with the rest of the crew and headed to the pond.
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