We're coming to America...so the song goes

I'm watching the ducks and thinking of the movie Born in East LA. I do love that movie. It's a funny tale of a Mexican-American (Cheech Marin) man who ends up getting deported as an illegal because he is not carrying any identification. He has to survive in Mexico in order to earn a ride back over the border. After a few failed attempts to "sneak" back over the border he finally takes matters into his own hands. He gets every Mexican person who wants to get into America, lines them up and marches them hand-in-hand towards the border. The scene is fantastic as you see one guy standing at the top of the hill looking down at the two officers at the bottom. The officers are making fun of him, then his friends appear at his side, as they do the music starts. First the instrumentals, growing louder and louder and more Mexicans appear. At the crescendo the lyrics of the familiar tune are heard. Neil Diamond's, "We're coming to America" is in full swing as the hundreds of Mexicans then thousands appear at the top of the hill on both sides of the hero. The officers are now scrambling, it's not so amusing to them anymore. You realize what's about to happen, and they charge down the hill towards their new life totally overwhelming the two border patrol officers who are desperately calling for backup.

So what does that have to do with ducks? I live on a parkway where the creek falls over the edge of a steep hill. Tonight I was watching a duck whose head popped over the hill. Then as he headed towards me, there were more following, and more, and more, continually coming up the hill. Like in the film you see one then a few then many. So there's the connection. I'm watching the ducks and the song, "We're coming to America" is playing in my head. The march of the ducks was really cool. You didn't know how many more were coming, you could just see them keep on coming.