Just as the collective hopes and dreams of Columbia’s campus were being crushed by the weight of finals… ducklings appear. Mama Duck and her dozen or so babies, waddling and quacking their way around the side of Butler today (did these guys get busy?!). Alas! A heavy wind sweeps a few duckling off the ledge, […]
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