Living life vicariously.

Whilst I recover and wobble about wafting in the breeze, granddaughters still have to be entertained.

Saturday,  the Dawn Patroller drove off with Daughter number 3 and said granddaughter.

They drove past Aberdeen Harbour, where you are almost guaranteed a dolphin sighting from the Torry Battery, which is t'other side of the harbour from us.  And were not disappointed.

 Further South down the road was
 Doonies Rare Breeds Farm, Aberdeen, has one of Scotland's largest collections of rare and endangered farm animal breeds. The farm is nationally recognised as a breeding centre for rare breeds. There are currently 23 rare animal breeds on the farm.
Doonies farm is now operated as a family run business; however the farm used to be owned and operated by Aberdeen City Council and is run as a working farm, although it is open to the public. Due to council cutbacks it has been earmarked for closure in the summer of 2008, however there have been many petitions and protests to persuade the council to save Doonies, and an agreement may still be reached.
Doonies farm stands on the coast, just passed the old fishing village of Cove in Aberdeen, Scotland. Aberdeen City Council had ownership of the farm for some twenty years, until in 2008 budget cuts faced potential closure for the farm. Recently, the farm's manager of fifteen years had taken over the business as "Doonies LTD." This means that the farm is no longer Council run, but a family business establishment.
The farm holds a number of endangered and rare breeds of pigs, cattle, sheep, horses, chickens and ducks. During the Easter time of year, new arrivals can be seen such as lambs, calves, chicks and foals.  Wikepedia.

 "Now who wants feeding?"

Sheep.

Being a sad  person I own two books.  One is called Know Your Sheep, and the other is called Know More Sheep.  As no-one thought to look for a label I finally discovered this panda look a like was a Kerry Hill.  Mainly the Welsh borders and Midlands, and the Netherlands.  So very rare for up here.

 

At some stage in my past I lived in a town called Tamworth.  Apart from a castle the best thing about Tamworth was its pigs.  This is a Tamworth pig.  I didnt need a book for that one.

This is a foal, a horse, which has four legs, one on each corner.  No idea what breed.  In my teens I avidly read Horse and Hound and other horse related stuff, even owned an Irish Connemara pony for a while but it isnt one of them.

So there is my vicariously lived outing.