With little streams of water running down the hill everywhere you turn the ducks are in heaven. I hear them smacking their bills and quacking in glee as they stomp around in the mud. There is a babbling stream in back of the barn, and the Hidden Pond under the Piney Ridge, along with the big pond up high up on the hill, but the ducks like the safety of the barnyard with the White Boys on duty. The grass is green and lush, the sheep and goats have more than they can possibly eat, the pigs are fat and happy.
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