"Yes, indeed," said Uncle Robert. "But you help take care of all the animals, don't you?"
"Oh, yes," replied Donald, "and I like them all; but my calf seems just a little nicer than the rest. I know it isn't any better, really, but I like to think it is my very own."
They stopped to watch the pigeons circling about the pigeon house.
"I love to watch the pigeons," said Susie. "See all the pretty colors in their feathers!"
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"Are they very wild?" asked Uncle Robert.
"Oh, no," said Susie, "they're very tame. When we throw grain to them they come down all around us."
"Come and see my pigs!" shouted Donald, who had run ahead and was looking into the pen.
Four white, fat Berkshire pigs lay in the straw, lazily rolling their little eyes toward their friend and feeder. A succession of grunts served for conversation.
"I put in fresh straw every day," said Donald, "so my pigs can keep themselves clean. And they have a patent trough to eat out of."