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By Treshnish

Grayscale trees

Market day today.  S headed off this morning with the livestock trailer full of an assortment from around the neighbourhood of tups, ewes and a wild woolly trio of mischief-makers who have been hiding from the gatherers since before shearing last summer looking at the thick fleeces on them. 

The mist had risen from Treshnish by the time I got back from Tobermory at lunchtime.

I found a freshly killed hare down below the house this afternoon, the work of a raptor who clearly wasn't very hungry - took the best bits and left the rest.  

Biology prelim today.  M is still not 100%, disappeared off to sleep when she got home. 


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