Shearing
Posted: Saturday 29 May, 2010
Our sheep were shorn last night. We have a lovely bloke called Duncan who shears them - pity he doesn't go as far as Angus. Last year we had three to do, this year there were twelve, although four were Carol's Ryeland x Shetlands. However, Carol's seem to have inherited the Ryeland fleece!
I could hear Duncan muttering under his breath things like "Never seen as much bloody wool on a sheep", but he soldiered on. There were a couple of nicks but nothing serious and within ten minutes, they were all grazing. The lambs are the funniest because they don't recognize their mothers. Actually, I find it quite difficult to tell them apart, although I don't resort to sniffing their bums.
We've kept Buddy and Dickie in our paddock and the ewes, lambs and gimmers are in the big field where there's plenty grass for them. The lambs should be well big enough to avoid the horse and we've sectioned off a "sanctuary" for them.
They're now ready to go to Dalmore. All we need now is a trailer!!
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