Dad Crofter wondering
Hyacinth is in her byre at the moment, waiting perhaps so as to sprog. We shall see. All the same she likes the byre - dry and warmish. Warmer than the apportionment anyway. I mean, look at her, does she seem content or what?
She sure knows when she's onto a good thing, I'd say! And with cold snap on the horizon, she's picked her time well!
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