"There are forty-six hatched," said Donald. "Three hens are setting, and
this one will make four."

"I see you have some fine turkeys, too," said Uncle Robert.

The big turkey cock spread his tail and strutted about before them as if
he understood how much he was admired.

"Mother thinks a great deal of her turkeys," said Donald. "They are much
harder to raise than the chickens. But mother knows just how to do it.
We don't lose many."

"Have you ducks and geese, too?" asked Uncle Robert.

"Yes," said Donald, "but I don't see any of them about. They must have
gone to the creek. There they are," and Donald pointed toward the
pasture where a line of white could be seen moving slowly along under
the trees.

"They march pretty well, don't they?" said Uncle Robert. "Do they always
go that way?"

"Not always," said Donald, "but very often. When that old drake wants to
take a swim, he starts and the rest follow. You'd never catch him
walking behind."

"As the head of the family I suppose he thinks it is his place to lead,"
said Uncle Robert, smiling.

Donald laughed. "Wouldn't it he funny," he said, "if father made us