It's that time of year again. Having spun up most of last year's fleeces Joel has started shearing our small flock of sheep.
Since he does it himself and by hand he shears a couple of sheep at a time rather than try and go through the whole bunch at once. The sheep are so funny when you turn them back out after removing their wool. The lambs can't recognize their mothers and the mothers are disgusted because they can't see any reason that their children are running around bleating pathetically. It takes up to an hour for everyone to calm down.
It's that time of year again. Having spun up most of last year's fleeces Joel has started shearing our small flock of sheep.
Since he does it himself and by hand he shears a couple of sheep at a time rather than try and go through the whole bunch at once. The sheep are so funny when you turn them back out after removing their wool. The lambs can't recognize their mothers and the mothers are disgusted because they can't see any reason that their children are running around bleating pathetically. It takes up to an hour for everyone to calm down.
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