Survival of the Fittest

I have a very hard time with this one.

A few days ago I woke up to find a mama duck and her 12 babies in my swimming pool.

Immediately,  I started to worry.

They had trouble getting in and out of the pool, so I made them a ramp.

A hawk was stalking them, so I ran outside and chased it away.

I read that ducklings like finely chopped fruit, so I….yes I did…don’t judge.

Chris keeps telling me I need to stop trying to control nature.

I keep telling him that the mama duck needs to be more careful with the babies.

He says I am like this with anything or anyone I believe is in harm’s way, and that not everything is my responsibility.

He says that ducks have made it for years without my help.

He says that not all 12 ducklings are likely to live.

I have a VERY hard time accepting this.

I don’t only want all the ducklings to live, but I want them to live well and be the best version of themselves.

He rolls his eyes at the idea of it.

But shouldn’t we help if we can help?  Shouldn’t we save the duckling from the hawk if we can?

Should I just look the other way and accept that it’s not my business?

I find it impossible that the mama duck doesn’t want me to help her save her duckling.

But the truth is, I scare her even though I am trying to help.

The truth is, she knows how to take care of ducklings better than I do.

The truth is, she will be able to handle it if one of her ducklings dies.  Much better than I will.

Minding my own business is so hard when I see vulnerability in danger.

I cause myself so much stress and worry, when really everything is in accordance with nature.

Not every duckling will be self-actualized.  Ok fine.

I tell Chris I think nature is cruel.

He says, “Not if you’re the hawk.”