Sunday, 23 August 2015


Widdle was waiting when arrived. Arrived to invite Mr Crofter an Mrs 2b up for a spot of scram as The Crofter might say.

They came. We had a lovely time thank you very much. I expect Widdle was waiting when they got home too.

Thursday, 20 August 2015

Monday, 17 August 2015


That's what one looks like. With a hand oop the back end anyway!

Friday, 14 August 2015


Yes, yes, Mr Vet turned up - with the rain and a nice student in tow. Lovely people these vet people - asked about Her Highness Hentrietta Cartier-Bresson too [she's fine since you ask.]

Ooh, looks like that might smart a bit.

I've heard people pay to be trussed up like this.

The student. From Frazerborough or somewhere. The clipboard was because I mentioned which being was the coow and she was writing it down. I think she was anyway.

Thursday, 13 August 2015


It wasn't all easy you know, getting them coows into the corral. Lots of arm waving, dancing, entertaining them holiday kids sat on the wall ["get off and milk it mate !"], coows going in, out, through and pooing. Mr Crofter cursing, running, smiling and complaining. I've heard it all before mind. A few times and all that.

Partly in. Mrs2b patiently waiting her orders from The Great Man.

The wondering what to do after an exodus on animules from the corral, bucket of tempting food in hand, dancing stick ready.

Some in, some out, Mr Crofter 'throwing a shape' as another coow or three look on from down the croft. "The vet'll be here in half an hour, then they'll be trouble" Mr Crofter warned.

The coows came in and the vet came  a couple of hours later!