Sheared

I got a text last night from Morgan, my sheep shearer, promising to turn up tomorrow morning. So I had to get everyone into a confined area.  Fat Madge has decided never to go into the shed again with all her friends, and I have been working on her special skill of being fed in […]

So far, Summer has been hopeless. It is a complete washout and far too cold to shear anyone.  I hate being this late and I am trying hard not to worry.  I mean it is only July but usually everyone is sheared by June and there seems to be no let up in the weather […]