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This is The Crofter with his land-rover and trailer. Its a nice machine and it took him all the way to Stirling to pick up Mclaren the boar and another piggy. Only it didn't make it back. Something underneath that is important to make the thing work fell off and it stopped! Luckily, Mr Crofter has some good friends and once he got the L-R to a repair garage, his pal hitched up the trailer avec porcus and took him back to Ullapool where The Crofter had a bit of shut-eye with the beast in the trailer. Dad Crofter will be using his bus-pass to go and get the L-R soon :-)

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Pig and Piggy back home again.

Pig makes her weary way homeward after a hard session ....... 'heavy petting' shall we say.

Mclaren has arrived. If you open your windows you can probably hear him chasing the sows around his new home, getting all hot and bothered and frothing at the mouth. He's a big Saddleback boar I can tell you, tusks and everything. And he seems able to do the job he was bought for too. Felt I was watching a porn movie out on the croft at one time. In fact we could have made one if Dad crofter had stayed bent over consoling Pig for a bit longer but he saw Mclaren out the corner of his eye, heard us falling around in helpless laughter and moved swiftly to one side. Pity, we could have made a fortune - only my little film camera does not do movies! Apart from that, we could have made a fortune - or at least dined out on the tale for a while.

In the end Pig and Piggy wanted to go home to their old sty without Mclaren and that's what they did. Turk wasn't impressed and neither was the Scottish Grey cockerel [aka 'Killer' because of his propensity for murderous tendencies.] I might add that Scots Greys are an endangered species and this little fella certainly is if he carries on like this!!!

However, if you would like some Saddleback piglets, one of the sows in preggers and is due July time. And the other sows shouldn't be far behind the way Mclaren is going !

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A final brush.

A final towelling of Mr Crofters fine features

Proper smart shoes and everything

Obviously, a trip to the mainland requires careful coiffuring. Not to mention a wash to rid oneself of pig-poo, cow-excreta and other dubious substances. Mr Crofter scrubbed up real nice. Looked quite the gentleman crofter he really is. No doubt he'll make a fine impression on them mainlanders.

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The Crofter and his camper 'van' sets off this morning.

The Crofter is on the mainland. Gone to bring a boy pig back home for the girls Pig and Piggy. he'll be back soon.

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Double dagging

Who you looking at?

"Well, I retained my dignity"

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Peggy. As promised.

Busy day today. What with catching the sheeplettes, dagging them, dosing them then putting them in their mobile home for a quick trip out to the moor, the little lambs were a tad confused. Still, they still coped well enough.

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Dad Crofter surveys all that torments him.

Whilst we are still bickering about who the government should be, The Crofter has had two late additions to the family of sheeps. One of the little critters - Peggy - has a natty little splint Mr Crofter Sir put on her front paw that was weak as a result Mr Crofter thinks - of a difficult birth. A photo will follow soon.

The weather is being somewhat contrary with a cold wind blasting down the island which today brought a smattering of snow again! The Veg are coming on nicely in the poly-tunnel though and some surplus tomato plants might just make their way home to Cragro Towers :-)

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Sparticus. And The Crofter.

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Sheeps and Lambletts before the storm

Pig having fun

The Storm starts

Handle-less digger thing.

Been away. Just a day or two but away all the same. And as a result the flow has subsided and a gap has appeared here so I will atempt to fill it.

Its all chaos down t'road at The Croft. Lambletts have hjust about all arrived. The place is littered with them. They're everywhere - in the garden too. That's where the nursery is. The calfs are doing just dandy too after a little worry with Sparticus and Dioginese - both are doing fine thank you very much.

The digger thing has been brought out of hibernation - only for the handle to fall off. Callum the blacksmith soon had it back in order although apparently he did wonder out loud whether the digger had been stored in the sea such is the state of the rust.

There is as usual minor chaos. One recent day The Crofter decided to move Pig and Piggy from their winter quarters for the day so the creatures-pork could rummage around in the little corner of the croft formerly occupied by the sheeps/lambletts nursery. This necesated a little walkette across what remain of the lawn where the nursery lambletts and Sheeps had been happily grazing in among lost chickens and ducks. The temporary fences where moved and immediately Turk moved in to attack the sheeps. The big bully soon was apprehended by Mum Crofter and led into the Gulag naughty-room[feed shed] to cool off for a while.

Meanwhile Dad Crofter was finishing feeding one of the little lambletts - it might have been Twinkletoes - when The Crofter opened the pig-home door and our came Pig followed closely by Piggy. Straight across the lawn they went intent on the food Mr Crofter was offering. The sheeps panicked and shot ahead of the Pork into their old nursery. Mr Crofter brandishing his wooden spoon soon chased out the sheeps and Lambletts but Pig was having fun and decided to chase them around the lawn. And she can move fast - when she wants to - which isn't that often as it happens. Lambletts, sheeps and duck went flying round the place before Pig decided a trough of mash was getting eaten - as usual by Piggy.