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Crowds turned out to watch hundreds upon hundreds of rubber ducks bob down Porter Brook River in Sheffield today (April 1) for the Friends of the Porter Valley Park Duck Race. The stream of bathtub quackers practically formed a yellow ribbon as they arrived at the finish line. Watch this clip to see the first one to brave the 'waterfall' and cross the finish line before over a thousand like it make their arrival.
Crowds turned out to watch hundreds upon hundreds of rubber ducks bob down Porter Brook River in Sheffield today (April 1) for the Friends of the Porter Valley Park Duck Race. The stream of bathtub quackers practically formed a yellow ribbon as they arrived at the finish line. Watch this clip to see the first one to brave the 'waterfall' and cross the finish line before over a thousand like it make their arrival.
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