All the locals smiled sardonically and one said “Welcome to crofting.”

We were at the fank, having just brought in the sheep for sheering, and
I received the news that a dog -- owned by the new tenant of the croft
adjacent ours -- had killed our last surviving female Indian Runner
Duck.

This fellow although not exactly apologising, he did offer to give us ducks of completely different
breed. As the conversation progressed, he then suggested that his dog
would, in fact, kill more of our ...


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