I've been told the only difference between a good haircut and a bad one is...about two weeks. I think these are going to take a bit longer. When the majority of the flock was shorn back in March, we didn't shear the oldest sheep. If you are frail and thin or not super mobile, you shouldn't have to work hard to stay warm until the weather breaks.
The weather has broken. Or is broken. It was 90 yesterday. In May. That extra wool needed to come off. I managed to get Ewen, Woolliam and PPPP sheared...and only had to call the vet once. Needless to say I'm not going to quit my day job and start shearing sheep anytime soon. Or any time.
PPPP doesn't look too bad.
Well, relatively speaking...
A little Biscuit and Muffin break midway through :-).
Kate nervously watching yet another storm headed our way.
"Rebecca Boone. I'm trying to take a picture of Ewen."
"Whatever."
Handsome Ewen
"She snipped me under my jaw and to make matters worse, because it's summer and fly season, she called the vet out and she put six staples in on top of it."
"I"m sorry, Big Wool :-(."
By this point it was raining hard so I sat down with everyone to wait it out. You can tell by Kate's ears (glued to her head) that she wasn't enjoying the storm break as much as I was.
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