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	<title>Comments on: Duck :30</title>
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	<description>Lessons learned from 80 acres and a 6 burner stove</description>
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		<title>By: To Live and Let Die &#124; Small Farm Life</title>
		<link>http://www.smallfarmlife.com/2009/06/28/duck-30/comment-page-1/#comment-7742</link>
		<dc:creator>To Live and Let Die &#124; Small Farm Life</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 May 2010 13:53:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] is no stranger to Two Mile.  I&#8217;ve written of the death of two of my favorite ducks:  Gilbert and later Mocha.  In the big scheme of pet-dom, ducks may not seem like much, but they were my [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] is no stranger to Two Mile.  I&#8217;ve written of the death of two of my favorite ducks:  Gilbert and later Mocha.  In the big scheme of pet-dom, ducks may not seem like much, but they were my [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Following Mocha: Life Lessons from a Duck &#124; Small Farm Life</title>
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		<dc:creator>Following Mocha: Life Lessons from a Duck &#124; Small Farm Life</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2009 03:30:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] not in  a straight line.   Mocha always got where she was going.  With or without the others, at Duck :30, or any time she felt like it, Mocha could easily find her way from the pen to the pond and back [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] not in  a straight line.   Mocha always got where she was going.  With or without the others, at Duck :30, or any time she felt like it, Mocha could easily find her way from the pen to the pond and back [...]</p>
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		<title>By: BatCountryBlogger</title>
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		<dc:creator>BatCountryBlogger</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Jun 2009 18:42:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What a handsome drake he was!  Sorry for the loss of Gilbert.</description>
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		<title>By: Fritz Nordengren</title>
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		<dc:creator>Fritz Nordengren</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Jun 2009 15:00:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Saturday Morning, while the ducks were on the water, Gilbert was killed by a snapping turtle.  For the sentimental among us all, he is at rest on a small rise, overlooking the small pond and cabin, where he can watch over the others while they swim.  The only fitting epitaph I could think of was the line from Dick King-Smith&#039;s fictional farmer Hoggett in &quot;Babe - The Gallant Pig&quot;:

That&#039;ll do, duck.  That&#039;ll do.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Saturday Morning, while the ducks were on the water, Gilbert was killed by a snapping turtle.  For the sentimental among us all, he is at rest on a small rise, overlooking the small pond and cabin, where he can watch over the others while they swim.  The only fitting epitaph I could think of was the line from Dick King-Smith&#8217;s fictional farmer Hoggett in &#8220;Babe &#8211; The Gallant Pig&#8221;:</p>
<p>That&#8217;ll do, duck.  That&#8217;ll do.</p>
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