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A wondering

The animules seem to know there's some quietude and loss about the place. They're wondering an all.

But The Crofter carries on. Making teef, feeding the rest of the beasts. Doing other things.

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 Shopping coming in

Teeth to be made coming in

Just as well The Crofter has his parents around the place. When he is busy making teeth - as he is at the moment, not much time left for keeping the place going. Money has to be earned so teeth have to be made. 

I found The Crofter hard at work in the tooth factory this morning, then Dad Crofter brought some more work in from the dentists, and the shopping from the shops. A man's work in never done - obviously.

  Getting ready for Investing [trust me; this IS what he is doing - I used to do this too until I was saved and did another job! ]

Teeth in wax - waiting to be Invested.

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 Chickens al fresco

The new extension to the chicken run [No. 2] has been finished along with new windows and what have you. Obviously the chickens need to be able to watch The Crofter and see what mood he's in when he gets up in the morning. The floor of the extension has yet to be finalised as the the chicken parliament did not want decking as it is rather too 'of a certain class'. Oh well, they can have sand nicked from the beach then.

There you are, all finished with a fine view of the Minch which no doubt they will be staring intently at on Tuesday morning as Maclaren is taken to his demise. That'll be a sad day.

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 The Crofter surveys

Eve scratches

With the days ticking by when two piggies reach the end of time in Tolsta, the Crofter is building a new chicken house - or at least putting on an extension to one of them.

I paid a visit - Donald the fish was there too - but it was all too normal, no chaos of note so I came home.

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Roost

Have been away. Sorry but I am allowed a holiday, it's in the rules and everything. 

It seems nothing much has changed although perhaps Maclaren and some of his harem may be baconised soon. Ooh er. Doesn't sound too good does it? Don't speak about it down at the Croft as I don't want to stress the poor blighters any more.

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It did cross my mind as to why The Crofter was wearing a hutch the other day as I sauntered down there in the warm sun. It's not the usual garb of the cutting edge crofter round these parts let me tell you. Despite that, the wooden kilt did suit him rather well if only being a bit restrictive.

It was only later that The Crofter dis-robed from his interesting -kilt and brought out the piggies - the ones that will breed if he lets them. They were very happy to have the fresh air and the grass to, to .. whatever they do to it.

Not sure how happy they would be today as it's raining - for the first time in ages this year but at least it's still warm.

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 Mum Crofter sorting eggs

 The Crofter/tooth-maker sorting teeth

Washing; sorted.

Yes, it's been/is hot. The piggies are even lazier than usual - as if that were possible. Washing has been drying in an hour and the two legged feathery beasties are getting rumpatious. But they are still laying - which is just as well since we get our eggs from The Crofter. Fresh as you can get them really. Sometimes we come away with fresh veg too - which is always wonderful. 

The pigs have not been producing piglets of late which means The Crofter has bacon in mind. Something I can't even bear to think about. Neither can the piggies I should imagine but they do eat a lot and little else so perhaps they have had their day. 

Meanwhile Mr Crofter has been playing in the tooth factory rather frequently of late. As a result, the raw toofs stocks are running a tad lo. Maybe it's time to re-stock.