Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?
Yes, yes indeed, the black sheep did have a lot of wool.
Today was sheep shearing day on the farm. It made most sense to sheer in the aisle of the barn, so the sheep were moved over and spent the night in a horse stall.
(The horses... were not fans. Based on the behavior of the goofy, giant animals, you would have thought I had put saber-toothed tigers in the barn. The horses are extremely relieved that sheep shearing is done for the year.)
But back to the sheep. The shepherd who came to shear was wonderful and even showed me how to do it and gave me a turn. It's probably just easier to share pictures.
Clark, the easiest going sheep, went first.
Me having a turn.
Then it was Fred's turn.
You can see he really is a black sheep, but the tips of his fleece bleach in the sun. His fleece was extremely thick.
G. having a turn.
Clark and Fred looking significantly smaller.
Happy to be back in their home. You can see that Everett also got sheared, but since he was last, the novelty had worn off a bit. He's also the most hesitant about people.
I will admit to feeling a bit relieved at having this task completed. (They also got their hooves trimmed.) And now? Well, I have quite a bit of raw fleece to start dealing with. And it is as gorgeous as I suspected.
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