"What is that?!"
That's usually the first thing visitors to the farm say when coming face-to-ugly face with Ralph. I thought he was an escapee from the Jurassic Park set, with his pterodactyl-like wing span and reptilian feet. You see Ralph coming up the hill from the pond, and you can't help but think a T. Rex is close behind.
My neighbors believe he's a cross-bred turkey...and given the strained-between-the-sheets rap West Virginians have, it's no wonder.
My daughter calls him a turducken. Again with the cross-breeding.
Turns out he's a muscovy duck, the "best all-around practical duck" according to these folks; who can argue?
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