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Dad Crofter checking for wee ones in The Big Shed

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Reusing the feed bag with Dad Crofter

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Going to see what's going on. With Dad Crofter.

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The sun was shining when The Crofter let the coows out for a little fresh air.

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The long walk to get the sheeps back in. There's still some out there on account of Gemmima not yet responding properly to 'away' and 'come by' - but she has plenty of time to learn. The little blighters [sheeps that is] hide down the cliff edge - goodness knows why as there is little enough to eat out there.

I think Mr Crofter is going out on Tolsta Head today - in between visits to the tooth factory, cups of tea and checking on the sheeps in The Big Shed.

Dad Crofter was in The Big Shed this morning - lovely a quiet ot was too just the contented sound of sheeps munching and a coow having a delightful poo.

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For those of you Island Crofter groupies who make regular digital visits here, or just occasional ones or, have just stumbled across this blog with no idea what's it's all about may or may not know that Gemmima of the fiancée type is not here at the moment. Now there's work to be done tickling the little sheeps replicants and the like, Gemmima has swanned off down to the soft south - to return after all the mayhem has finished for the year. Mind you I did notice a week or two ago that Gemmima has been promoted to chief pig hutch cleaner as well as her other responsibilities of cooking cakes and painting everything pink. Eh? what's that all about then?

Meanwhile The Crofter sits with his feet up watching the footie, tickling the piggie, making a crust, feeding the animules and whinging. Not all at the same time.

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Piggie, coow and The Crofter.