From Drain To Crane

There's a man made lake in my old district that is home to a million geese and ducks. The little ducklings occasionally follow their parents right across the sewer grate and drop right down. They can't fly and so they end up trapped. Inevitably someone will call us to rescue the ducks. Most of the time it is a pretty simple operation: we lift up the sewer grate, drop a small ladder in, climb down, block off the other exit with a shovel so they don't run away and scoop up the ducklings. It's a happy ending, feel-good, positive PR kind of call. Unless, that is, you're the B-shift crew that this happened to:

The lake is also home to an annual fishing derby for kids. The city pays to stock the lake with hundreds of fish and hundreds of kids come out to the park to drop their lines in and pluck the unwary suckers out of the water.

It happened to be a beautiful day and there was a big turnout. Of course, with so many people around the avian residents were on the move and one little guy, as expected, dropped into the storm drain. The call went out and Engine 52 came to the rescue. With all the kids gathered around them they descended into the storm drain and heroically re-emerged with the duckling. The mama duck had retreated to the waters edge due to all the commotion. Amidst a chorus of cheering, the duckling was brought to the water and released, quickly falling in behind its mother and swimming out into the lake.

That is when, according to the crew, the shadow appeared and time slowed down. From somewhere in the trees behind them a crane took flight and passed right over their heads. It bore down on the rescued duckling, snatched it from the water, and flew off with it in its talons into the trees above the crowd. There it proceeded to eat the duckling as the shocked and horrified children drew silent. "Hey kids, how many of you have seen The Lion King? Circle of life remember? Right kids? Kids?" Of course, the actual exclamation from the firefighter was, I believe, "Oh my god! Did you see that god-damn vulture?"

 

The next morning I was on duty and this whole story was relaid to us with much laughing and teasing. Later that day we responded to a grass fire in an open field. After extinguishing the flames we traced the fire back to its starting point and found a very dead KFC (Kentucky Fried Crane). It had apparently landed on the power pole and spread its wings out contacting the wires and electrocuting itself. It must have caught fire and fell dead into the tall dry grass by the power pole. We all agreed that this must be the crane from the fishing derby and that karma is, indeed, a bitch. Lion King.