Shearing for all today. They needed it. The weather is very hot.
Madge, of course, was awarded “Fattest Sheep I (my shearer) Have Ever Sheared” Award. She is large.
And Lambie gazed adoringly.
There were the usual arguments afterwards as they then couldn’t identify each other.
But I am glad everyone is now sheared. Boy, it’s hot.
Lambie is even more spotty underneath all his fleece.
And Barrel is very, very black.
As is his mother, Maggie (who is looking furiously at Pepper out of shot).
‘Bert is getting paler and looking old.
And ‘Ster was much happier. The girls, Edna and Madge, vanished into the back hill field. They did this last year and hopefully will come home in a few days. They obviously need some alone time.
The day became hotter and hotter – seriously sweltering by Shetland standards – and Lambie appeared at the door of my shed in distress.
He was breathing fast and heavily, almost panting. I was worried.
But he wasn’t letting Harrel in. Nope, this is Lambie’s territory.
Pepper and Ted were tolerant, though Ted left later on to sit outside staring at Lambie.
To calm Lambie down, I gave him a good scratch with my back scratcher (an old fork from a carving set) and spritzed him with my plant spritzer.
He loved it and I am sure it helped his misery.
No, sorry, Harrel.
So, I made a sheeple while Lambie calmed down and came back down to earth.
Harrel went and found himself a shady spot to sit in.
