And let the shearing begin. Here’s Denise (the human) and Reuben (the sheep).
And here’s Tom and I ganging up on a sheep. Tom’s trimming the hooves while I administer CDT shots, wormer and copper boluses.
And here’s the sheep assembly line. Zander is one of the shearers, Denise is the sheep transport and lift the sheep into the chair person, and then Tom and I administering the final torture before their lucky release back into the barn.
Here’s Claire, the other shearer, working on one of the sheep.
Here are the as-yet-unsheared sheep watching in horror.
Here’s Willow, one of the helpers, petting little Diddley.
Here’s the shearing station in full tilt with Boni, the fleece master, in the background. We had 5 very kind people volunteer to help us today. In addition to Denise, Boni and Willow, there was Sally, sheep wrangler extraordinaire, and Greg, Willow’s father and all around go-to guy. Greg was also the photographer so did not get in any photos. I am not sure how Sally managed to wiggle out of getting a photo taken of her.
There was a brief lull at the sheep torture/medication station so Denise, Willow and I briefly watched the shearing. You can see the fleeces starting to pile up on the right.
Here’s Jethro, our biggest sheep, being sheared by Claire.
And finally all the sheep are sheared and yearly health maintenance done. Now there’s 30+ fleeces to be attended to.