It was shearing this week. I got all the woollies in, the shearer arrived, and we ran the sheep into the shearing pen and got started. No problems there, but boy, were they confused when we finished. For the rest of the day I had ten sheep running about the place screaming, unable to recognize family and friends who were now ‘naked.’ They calmed down after twelve hours and by next morning things were back to normal, although the gaggle, now sharing the big front lawn, aren’t quite so laidback about it. But that’s their problem, if they’d hatched goslings the lawn would still be their’s alone. They didn’t, so it isn’t.
Shearing Time Again
10 January 2015
It was shearing this week. I got all the woollies in, the shearer arrived, and we ran the sheep into the shearing pen and got started. No problems there, but boy, were they confused when we finished. For the rest of the day I had ten sheep running about the place screaming, unable to recognize family and friends who were now ‘naked.’ They calmed down after twelve hours and by next morning things were back to normal, although the gaggle, now sharing the big front lawn, aren’t quite so laidback about it. But that’s their problem, if they’d hatched goslings the lawn would still be their’s alone. They didn’t, so it isn’t.