They planned on having a nice quiet day. That's what they plan for most days, I think.
It never crossed their minds that today would be the day the shepherds were coming to gather and shear the flock.
Of course the rams would be happy to be relieved of their heavy wool coats. But only if there was no effort required of them.
The shepherds took a break at our place after first checking out the sheep pen and dealing with a wasp nest they found beneath the shearing platform. Not the kind of surprise you want for either sheep or shearers.I drove them to the lighthouse in Dylan's SUV. From there, they would gather the flock and bring them around the southwestern shore along the cobble beach back to the pen. The walk takes about three hours.Tomorrow I'll introduce you to the shepherds and shearers, and you'll see them in action.
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I love this time of the year - when you tell the story of shearing.
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