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He's still here, The Crofter that is. Contemplating the arrival of the new piece of motorised junk onto the croft. This time it's the Yangtze MaotsetunSon tractor - or something like that. It's a tractor anyway and it is not an MF so beloved of the local crofters - particularly Donald four tractors. Apparently, it came to the UK flat-packed, was assembled professionally with only the minimal of left over screws and bolts and found its way to the island goodness knows how. No doubt it will end its day flat packed again having been crushed when its days are over - about a month from now I shouldn't wonder. Or am I being just a tad cynical?

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The new lambs are arriving. This little one - lets call him Nigel - was among the first three and arrived the day I had to leave for England for a few days. I had the wrong camera and the wrong film - but there he is. I shall return in the morning with the right equipment!

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Apologies for the lack of service in this area but things have been going on - both here and down at The Croft.
Since it's nearly lambing time for The Crofter, he went out to collect up the sheeps to bring them to a local bit of grass from the common grazings. Only, they weren't all were they should have been. Not hefted and all that probably. The Crofter and his Dad walked Tolsta Head looking for them but could not locate ten sheeps including their bestest ram. Not only that, Crofter and dad were somewhat tired from their long walk.

 The Crofters on t'quad.

The Seagull awaits

No sooner than this had been realised than a quad bike appeared among the 'car-park' that is the scrap-heap of metal vehicles in the fore-yard - or whatever they call it this week. This made the task of finding and bringing the errant sheeps back to the fold much easier and now the fields are full and the mini-sheeps imminent.

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More Porky than Pinky

The man came and soon there were two hanging. For a week I'm told.