It's no secret that I think Chicago is special, although sometimes not in ways that you might expect. I was down at the office yesterday and stepped outside for a tobacco break to see a mallard duck on the corner, panhandling. A woman had just stepped out of the White Hen Pantry with her lunch, and the duck was at her feet, looking up. He's one of a pair, I think, that have designated the fountain at the AMA Building across the street as a favorite resting place. This one managed to freak out a couple of pedestrians and tie up traffice for about ten minutes -- even bus drivers were careful to avoid him. I suspect they're nesting somewhere near by.
I'm reminded of something that happened a few years ago. There were stories in all the local news outlets about the traffic monitors on Michigan Avenue during morning rush hour holding traffic so a female mallard and her brood could cross the street. Probably on their way to the river for a swim.
Chicago's like that.
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