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Scotty looked out on the magnificent view in hopes of spying Heiland Coos, Monarchs of the Glen, and sundry mythical beasties. He saw hares popping in and out of the many holes in the paddock below. He saw sheep trudging up the distant mountain in the rain. He saw the little waterfalls and rivulets up there. He saw the sheep trudging down the hillsides in the rain. But no hairy coos at all.