It is that time of year again. When the Boyzenberries are given their annual haircut.
First up was Lambie. He had a huge fleece.
Underneath he has soft pink skin with black splodges.
Then it was ‘Ster’s turn.
His fleece was huge and very good quality – apparently Grade 1, according to Chris, the professional sheep shearer.
Last up, was ‘Bert.
Chris graded his fleece as a 2, so pretty good.
He also clipped ‘Ster’s horns as they were about to grew into his skull – what a terrible design but now all sorted.
Each sheeple had their feet, teeth and horns examined and sorted, where necessary, and everyone was given a clean bill of health, which is always a relief because who knows what is going on under all that wool.
The Boyzens were rather odd afterwards. They had to get used to the sudden loss of their wool coats as well as seeing each other looking completely different.
BeAnne was on hand offering her support.
Afterwards, ‘Bert took himself off. He was very upset.
Lambie wanted to be with me, eating biscuits and enjoying the freedom of no fleece.
‘Ster just wanted to scratch or be scratched. Everyone was very itchy and I asked Chris whether I should use some Spot-On insecticide for sheep but he said their fleeces were clean and there was no evidence of ticks or lice.
‘Bert took to the muck heap for comfort and refused to talk much.
Lambie came and sat beside me. He wanted lots of hugs and to know that we didn’t think he was ugly or that anything had changed.
‘Ster was very needy and just wanted to eat as many biscuits as he could but I notice that, of the the three, he is perhaps the fattest!
Shearing really changes everyone.
Lambie’ fleece score was 4. Carpet quality. Nuff said!