Demonic looking, brutish, yellow sheep. I thought for a moment that I had one whisky too many last night.
But here they are. Photographic proof. Perhaps Stephen King has been hasty in leaving the horror genre and writing sci-fi novel instead.
No, this is all fully explainable. The bulkiness - well that is the nature of the breed. The yellow fleece shows that they have recently been dipped. The green eyes are just a result of my poor photographic skills.
This old Massey-Ferguson 525 was hidden down a back lane. It would probably be a sought after sight to all combine spotters.
The hay stack was being propped up by wooden planks. It was precariously close to collapse.
It gives me an idea. Maybe there is a gap in the market for a different kind of agricultural tour. In the North East of Scotland there will be no shortage of things to see.
First stop Aberdeenshire.
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