We brought them all in bright and early with the promise of food in their winter bowls. I hate to use the phrase “like lambs to the slaughter” but they were very trusting.
Our shearer arrived and set up – I had already cleared the little stable for him.
First up, only because he ran in, was Lambie.
He was a good boy.
He was drenched, mouth and feet checked, and then told he could go. Lambie’s fleece was a Grade IV.
Next up was Puzzah.
The same drill.
I think he was very pleased to get rid of his fleece.
It was was ungraded but our shearer said it had some nice bits.
‘Ster was third in the queue.
His fleece was huge.
‘Ster is a Grade I – Shetland Katmoget.
I have plans for this fleece so it was sheared with even greater care and attention.
Meanwhile, a fight had broken out in the stable between the shorn and unshorn sheep – they didn’t recognise each other. Lambie fled as he hates a stramash and stood by Daisy for security, who was filming for the Blog.
He watched with huge interest, though.
And last up was ‘Bert.
‘Bert has a Grade II Shetland moorit fleece. Daisy commented there was more grey this year.
As well as being drenched, etc, ‘Bert also had his horns cut off as they will grow straight into his head – a terrible design fault.
Afterwards, I put them all back into their field.
Lambie went into a decline.
‘Ster seemed happy enough and probably glad to be cooler.
Everyone was very tired but looking a bit gorgeous.
I let Lambie out of the field and Daisy gave him a long scratch which cheered him up hugely. They are all now around the house (outside) where there is a shed and lots of dockens (docks) that need eating.
So that’s that done then.