I called my friend Brenda, who has experience with momma and baby ducks and they built a ramp for the family to get in and out of the pool until a week later when they would leave. She recommended to look for a nest to determine if they had hatched in my yard and maybe momma was there. Nothing. I didn't think the chlorine would be good for the ducks and what would they eat? What would happen when Little G (the name of our pool sweep) would come on that night? There were actually three ducks in the pool but one had died and I didn't want another to die also.
I decided to call my vet and asked what should I do? Catch them and bring them to the canal? Would another duck adopt them? He said they would become a bite sized meal if I brought them to the canal and to bring them in and they would get them to a duck rescue.
Now, how to catch them. I found a box and walked towards the duck. DANGER! DANGER! Their baby quacks called out and they scurried across the pool. I eyed the net but was afraid they would get hurt. I'd just have to wait until John got home to help with my duck rescue. I grabbed a book so I could watch them until got home.
Despite my worry the duck would get hurt in the net, John grabbed the net and walked towards the ducks. Down the ducks dove streaking through the water, their bodies elongating as they swam to escape. Taking the net, John followed a ducks path with the net bringing the net up with the duck inside. Once out of the water, I reached in and gently grabbed the duck, surprised that it didn't fight, and placed it into the box. Duck two went just as easily.
Although the vet looked at me with puzzlement when I explained what was in the box. She took the ducks back into an incubator where they could get warm. I'm sure they are in good hands.