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Christmas Morning cuddle. This was before dinner mind you. Anything could have happened later!

Mum and Dad crofter waiting for dinner to be served. Don't be fooled by the mugs, it looked like they were half empty of Gin ! Happy days

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Yeah, I don't want none.

Yeah, happy whatever.

Now clear off.

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Ooh, this looks a bit urgent!

A brisk trot up behind Dad 'Triumph Trophy' Crofter on the quad to see the sheeps that escaped the other day. I followed behind.

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Why did the sheeps cross the road?

No idea since you ask but there was a bit of a blow the other night and, the coows had been walkabout in the village the other morning so perhaps they thought it was their turn.

The temporary crossing the road person came and saved the day with a brisk shaking of the food bag and soon the three escapee sheeps were nestling next to their pals.

Meanwhile, one of bulls jumped [nearly] over a fence. He's limping now but still, I'm told he's going to that great freezer in the barn soon so not to worry :-(

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 There's no rest for the wicked - or The Crofter. In the dying light of the day The Crofter tootled up to the apportionment to feed the coows a bit of 'snap' - out in the dark damp 'field'.
I tootled along too, cadging a lift in his shiny big blue four wheel drive toy.

Aye, the coows were there all right waiting for a bit of attention. So the good Crofter lifts the bag of food, climbs over the fence, trudges wearily through the soft ground and fills the coows' trough. Nice eh?

I think they probably all lived happily ever after but we have to wait and see won't we boys and girls?

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The sheeps hunt.

There's Gemmima waiting to see if Dad Crofter can remember how to drive the quad. He used to have a Triumph Trophy [ the American model] so he should ok.

The sun was shining  - just before the hail came in.

Ah yes, it all comes back to Dad Crofter even though he couldn't find his leathers like what he used to have.

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They are behind you!

No, didn't go and get them. We, The Crofter and I, were on the local closest beach, walking the mutts. They, Rob [mutt 1], Gemma and David, have been out on the hill behind today looking for the rest of the sheeps. Actually, that's not them. It could have been- same number of legs each, same coulour sort of thing. But it wasn't.

I have no idea as to whether they found the sheeps escapees as it's been hailing outside and I'm not about to go down the road to find out.