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Éilís and myself in our top field with our dogs Winkie (left) and Tips (right). |
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From left: Red-headed Jack Foley, someone's donkey, Éilís, myself. In the ditch behind us my cousin Seamus and myself excavated one of our many dens. We also, once, constructed a magnificent approximation of a tepee in this field, using conifer branches after my father had heavily pruned the confiers. |
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My mother feeding her turkeys and hens (speedy arrival of white hen on right!). I think that Peter, our agressive Rhode Island Red cock, had been reconstituted as dinner by my mother by this time. |
