Sheeps. They are still here although they haven't got a much of a look in recently. Maybe they will soon. I'm right off the geese, one of whom took a dislike to my boot and tried to eat it with my foot inside. And Colla with Tinga went off down the croft well out of sight.
That's the woollie-back sheeps above. Not sure what flavour he is but he is a big boy so to speak. Quite makes the Hebridean sheeps look tiny. Although they still look pretty - with or without the straw accoutrements. I think they were meant to be eating it. Or maybe not. How am I supposed to know? eh? The crofter was in his own tooth factory hutch and didn't tell me.
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