Everyone was sheared today and please note Lambie’s Winning Smile. Such a suck up.
This was Harrel’s first shearing. His fleece was amazing – blacker than black.
Words were said like “I have actually never sheared a sheep as fat as this!” (for Madge – who now looks like a pink hippo – oh, the shame!)
We looked at teeth, did feet, gave a multi-vitamin, wormer drench, footrot jab…. what didn’t we do?
And then let them all outside.
The weather is not kind. It is far too cold for this time of year but mostly dry. I thought they would all be fine.
After lunch, I went out to check everyone was ok and to take a few photos too. Most were standing around or lying down.
But Edna was miles away. She did not look happy.
I went over to see her and found her shivering. That would not do. Oh no.
I got a rope and collar, and then we argued our way back home. For an old lady, she can pull/drag/be very unhelpful (my poor back). I put her into the small paddock on her own and gave her a huge feed of mash to warm her up.
Then I dug out my sheep rugs (I have 3) and fitted one to her. The neck is a bit big but it works ok.
So then, worrying, I went and looked again at everyone else. Lambie had taken himself to bed.
I decided food and TurmerAid would boost all their internal heating as well as make them feel better/happier.
(Harrel had taken to his bed as well and was audibly whinging about the state of everything)
Lambie was shaking with the cold so yes, I gave in and rugged him up as well.
And bunged him in with Edna who, I think, was glad to see that someone else was wearing a rug.
Meanwhile ‘Bert can’t believe his eyes.
Let’s hope it warms up sometime soon. It is not nice out there. Some are tougher than others.