After a day corralled in the barn, Alice, Abbott and Violet were gently but firmly manhandled by our sheep shearer. Their wool coats were sheared off and stuffed in a paper garden bag for safekeeping. While they may lament the loss of their protective layer when the mosquitoes come out tonight, at least they are ready to face the summer heat. In addition to getting their toe nails clipped, Abbott also got the bottom inch of his horns sawed off. They were growing too close to his eyes and almost pressing into his skull. He was a great sport about it given how close the dremmel was to his bulging eye ball. And no bleeding. Phew!
Charlie the donkey was not a fan of the shearing. She stood a few feet from the shearer and howled at him with extremely loud and irritating "He HAW!"s throughout much of the process. After Violet's wool cut was finished Charlie proceeded to lick her sheared body down from top to bottom. Sympathy licks? Strange but adorable.
Three sheep, three years, three bags full - just like the song! Hopefully I have enough wool now to make a pair of socks...next task - washing the wool and getting it spun into yarn. The journey continues....
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