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Hyacinth and chums get a feed

I visited The Crofter this morning all fresh faced and keen to snap. "Morning" the Crofter announced as I stood in something soft and smelly. Mr Crofter was busily tying things down, feeding the beasts and whispering sweet nothings in their ears to prepare them for the wind to come. He briefed the ducks especially since they have been billeted in the poly-tunnel of late and that's a tad vulnerable in heavy breezes. I wonder if its still standing now since the gale is with us and blows hard and long.