Left, left, left, right, left. Maybe I should say, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack.
In Russia, a farmer has his own battalion of ducks that he orders around with a few simple commands.
When the scene opens, his brigade is milling about the barn. He comes out, in a loud voice orders them to attention and into the barn.
Looks like he has his ducks in a row. Booooooo!!!!! Yeah, I said it!