The daft moo was trapped well and good in the peat bog

THAT ’S US six weeks intae lockdown now. Dad said it would be a doddle. Peace and quiet and endless snoozes and Netflix. Aye right.

Well, the first rescue incident happened involving oor new neighbours. You see, my crofter pals had brought along ten bonny coos tae live in the field next tae me, and Dad has even been entrusted wi’ their feeding and stuff.

Anyways, the other week, the herd turned up as usual for their feed of pellets….or at least nine of them did.

One, Mooriel, the stroppy one, had gone missing. Well, we searched all day until dark for her tae no avail and had tae call off the exercise until next morning.

Knowing the likely search area had now expanded greatly, we therefore introduced technology in addition tae Mk1 eyeball and had two drones above the search area, admittedly with little luck, although we did get some cracking pics of Ace Base fae the air.

In the end it was Uncle Matt that found the beast.

Goodness knows how he saw it though.

It was a guid mile and a hauf awa’ and the only thing showing was the head and nostrils as the daft moo was trapped well and good in the peat bog.

Matt somehow got a good enough phone signal tae inform us he had found her, but even with compass bearings and binoculars, it took us almost an hour to locate them both.