My duck tale is not one of rescue i'm afraid but one of murder ! Driving a tour bus on a return trip from Kathmandu I was negotiating a very rural village in eastern Turkey that was little more than a farmyard. A flock of ducks was "waddling" along the unmade, rather muddy backwater as I slowed to perhaps 20k/ hour. Assuming ducks would flutter away much as a group of chickens might, I continued driving and was mortified to hear a " Thump Thump Thump , under the bus ! OMG ! In my rear view mirror I saw the image of an irate farmer shaking a very irate Fist ! There was no doubt I was the perpetrator of genocide , but we continued on our way In the certain knowledge that duck casserole was likely on the menu that evening . However I got my comeuppance some 30 Km down the road when I heard the unmistakeable Whip, whip, whip of the police siren . The farmer had called in the boys in blue and chased me down . The penalty ? about 50p for each of the deceased, and a forceful wagging of the finger ! ! Never did like duck !