by Lachie Strummer - 09:37 on 22 May 2012
Stepped outside this morning to feed the various creatures under my care ; black hens, brown hens, ducklings, pigs, and was met by the sight of a dead young rabbit. Obviously another free gift from Dougie the Cat. His generosity knows no bounds.
Incidentally, what do you call a young rabbit?
You can call this one anything you want - the bloody thing’s dead!
Anyway, a decision was promptly made to dispose of the poor animal in the only way a crofter knows how - throw it in the septic tank.
It’s a known fact to any male West Highlander over the age of 25 that a rabbit in a septic tank will speed up the production cycle of microbes leading to a quicker and more efficient breakdown of solid matter. An extremely important matter!
In future years, after you and me are long since gone, archaeologists examining the contents of newly discovered septic tanks are going to be baffled as to why every one is full of decomposed rabbits!
Spent a couple of days aboard a boat recently.
Shanghaied I was!
Joined her in Oban on the Friday afternoon.
Reached Crinan at 9pm on Saturday morning.
Couldn’t get ’The Crinan Canal for Me’ out of my blinkin’ head till we reached Ardrishaig five hours later!
Sailed through the Kyles of Bute and reached Rothesay at 7pm.
Went ashore for food - after 2 days on hard tack and rum a young chap was ravenous!
The place was hosting a jazz festival. New Orleans comes to the Clyde!
Sailed for Largs next morning, tied her up, then journeyed home via the West Highland Line. A great trip.
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