The Boyzenberries are all finally sheared. They were done last night by our very efficient and kind shearer. I had starved them most of the day too.
First up was Lambie.
Then ‘Ster and then ‘Bert (sorry, no pic).
When I put Lambie back with the others, they instantly attacked him so I let him back out to stand by me and watch the rest of the shearing. He hates aggro and got very upset.
Once ‘Ster was sheared, things calmed down slightly. For a while they don’t recognise each other. It always happens.
The arguing continued but I had to keep them in for the night because it was horrible and raining. I left them bickering with some hay, alfalfa block, water and went back into the house to worry all night, waking up with a stonking migraine.
The sheeple rushed out of their stable first thing enjoying their freedom.
Today they are quieter and less boisterous but at least the arguing has stopped.
This afternoon I went into my shed with Lambie joining me.
Once the wool had been taken off, one observation is that everyone is extremely fat so snacks are off the table now, no more daily breakfast and carrots are the only way ahead.
We move into Lambie’s (revolting) pink phase. Once his wool starts growing, he will assume his natural good looks and faint smell of wee.
So that chore is over. I must admit I hate it but shearing has to be done and everyone is much happier with the result.