Jonathan: So, this afternoon, I had that meeting at the croft, with people from SNH, RSPB and SUE. The agreed action is not exactly decisive, it’s more a suck-it-and-see, trial-and-error, stab-in-the-dark sort of outcome. Rest assured, though, it certainly does not mean the death of a golden eagle – a solution that wasn’t even mentioned let alone discussed. Alas the solution to be tried does involve significant additional trouble and expense on our part, though it could be worse. We’re going to have a new member of staff on the books – at least for a trial period. A trainee, I suppose ; and certainly I’m going to have to be showing him the ropes, and directing him from task to task. He didn’t get off to a good start, for I’d taken him down to the hen house and we were standing outside and – yes, just standing there! – he managed to fall flat on his face. Okay, it was soft mud, but for the sake of avoiding embarassment, defamation or even psychological harm (which no doubt we could sued for) I’ll just call him Charlie. (Charlie has been working at SUE recently, but not having any work for him on the estate right now, it was ‘suggested’ he would be useful to us!) Anyway, Charlie’s job is going to be to guard the chickens (and in a few weeks, the lambs) from attack. I’m told he’s going to have be constantly on the move to be effective, and moreover his routine has got to change every few days. Can’t tell you any more about this at the moment, but tomorrow I shall post a photo or two showing him at work, though – as I’ve explained – not his face. Right, well enough on that for now. Our crofting enterprise is, for now – as yesterday, still in the balance.