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Widdle was waiting when arrived. Arrived to invite Mr Crofter an Mrs 2b up for a spot of scram as The Crofter might say.

They came. We had a lovely time thank you very much. I expect Widdle was waiting when they got home too.

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Don't forget what happened in August 2010 Eh?

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Now, ducks I don't mind.

Gooses I do.

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Mrs2b has had a promotion.
Mucking out-er supreme.

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Student.
That's what one looks like. With a hand oop the back end anyway!

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Yes, yes, Mr Vet turned up - with the rain and a nice student in tow. Lovely people these vet people - asked about Her Highness Hentrietta Cartier-Bresson too [she's fine since you ask.]

Ooh, looks like that might smart a bit.

I've heard people pay to be trussed up like this.

The student. From Frazerborough or somewhere. The clipboard was because I mentioned which being was the coow and she was writing it down. I think she was anyway.

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It wasn't all easy you know, getting them coows into the corral. Lots of arm waving, dancing, entertaining them holiday kids sat on the wall ["get off and milk it mate !"], coows going in, out, through and pooing. Mr Crofter cursing, running, smiling and complaining. I've heard it all before mind. A few times and all that.

Partly in. Mrs2b patiently waiting her orders from The Great Man.

The wondering what to do after an exodus on animules from the corral, bucket of tempting food in hand, dancing stick ready.

Some in, some out, Mr Crofter 'throwing a shape' as another coow or three look on from down the croft. "The vet'll be here in half an hour, then they'll be trouble" Mr Crofter warned.

The coows came in and the vet came  a couple of hours later!

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It's that time of year again - the Tolsta Rodeo. The Crofter was in fine form with Mrs2b as they chased the huge animal round the croft, putting their kneecaps at grave risks of getting a nasty nudge. Luckily, Mrs2b has seen the videos an was ready with her Morris dancing stick an the little thing jumped for its life.Oh what fun they had. Got the steps down on paper too for next year I shouldn't wonder.

Not all the coows wanted to play or watch The Crofter's new dance.

600.

Don't tell me I forgot you. Just giving a bit of space to the newcomer - the fiancée and everything. The One who paints things pink.
I took a snap or three just for old times sake and came up with a near masterpeice! If this what's in store I shall keep the camera on the crofter some more.

Mrs 2be was found hard at work dismantling the whatever-it-is no doubt to aid the application of the pink gloss paint.

Looks handy with a spanner - must get her started on the Pile of Rust before the year is out.

Love is - sharing the dismantling of the cow thing!