Saturday, 19 April 2014

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Does The Crofter look happy with his lot?


He sounded happy last night as we devoured the chocolate cake strawberry drool His Crofterness and his young lady friend brought.

Can you blame him for being happy when you have a wonderful location like this to live in.?

The answer is no by the way.



Thursday, 17 April 2014

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Mr Crofter Sir is happy. Very happy. Very happy indeed.

In fact I've not seen him this happy since I fell in the muck near the piggy hutches some years ago. Perhaps I have never seen The Crofter THIS happy. I mean, he smiled at me this morning. I checked over my shoulder and everything to see who he was smiling at and it was me. I knew at that point something had changed. Something was up as it were. Shook me to the core I can you you. Wandered out to look at the coows to get over the shock I did. It didn't help.


Aminules

Mr Crofter was still happy when I went back into The Factory to see him again. Talked about strawberry custard and chocolate cake. I'm not sure I have had that sort of conversation before - with anyone. Particularly with The Crofter - him of the committees and everything.

Must be something afoot - apart from the custard and cake that is. I'm very happy Mr Crofter is very happy tho.

An Un-smiling Crofter

No more sheeplettes to report yet. And the coows are doing well. Turk is turk and Mr Crofter is happy - or have I already said that?

Monday, 14 April 2014

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She is here. They are here and everything. Too much excitement to cope with.

Even the next doors sheeps came to have a peep.



Saturday, 12 April 2014

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See, that's Nôtt. Sitting at the back whilst Mum looks at me and wonders if she is going to charge at me again. She did.


It is a rubbish snap but I was on edge. I value my head.


Another snap, another coowlette.

Friday, 11 April 2014

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An apology;

Dear reader. I took a liberty and called the new coowlette Pestilence or something like that when in fact her name is Tolsta Nott. That's Nott with a little hat over the 'o' - but that is far too complicated for me and a pooter.

Talk about pretentious! It's not even Gaelic but something Nowayish or something like that.


This way the day the sun shone

Thursday, 10 April 2014

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There was 'stuff' lurking on the fence as I arrived and then came crashing down to earth as I moved past. It was the wind I tell you.


I'd gone down to The Croft to see young Persistence, the newly foaled coowlette of Ms Tinga, the stroppy coow of the village - trust me. Nearly had me this morning she did. Rushing at me and everything. If it hadn't been for the fence and byre wall I'd have fallen full length in 'it'. As it was, it will wash off. Hope so anyway. Persistence is so called because of her late arrival on the scene. Everyone but The Crofter and TBS were beginning to despair of her. But no, there was the little one yesterday morn all bright eyed and wet as the rain came down. Persistence is back in her byre now so you can stop worrying.

And Mr Crofter was making late breakfast. So he won't starve.


Tuesday, 8 April 2014

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The Boy Shaun was around this morning as I took my regular stroll down The Croft way. Moving things metal from one place to another so that the sheeps will have somewhere to hide behind when they come back to The Croft to foal - or whatever it is they do. Mr Crofter Sir was there too - i a great mood. Must have been the sunshine.