I saw a picture of baby ducks in a bathtub and it triggered a memory:

When I was maybe six, we found an abandoned nest of duck eggs in my grandmother's yard. So we brought them all down to the basement and put the eggs in a towel under a light, next to the water heater. They hatched soon and we filled up the laundry tub with water and let them paddle around there. They were all greasy and wet looking when they came out of the eggs.

I don't know why but the memory made me cry.