I had promised you a further episode on our mountain holiday, but an urgent task was undertaken this morning, Toto the ram needed his annual shearing. Ségolène the elder ewe has already been done, but the hot weather since we returned has made the task of shearing the other two sheep urgent. As Toto is the easier of the two, we tackled him first. I believe Aussie shearer scan rip a sheeps fleece off in seconds, but we take at least a couple of hours to do each sheep. We have never succeeded in standing them up on their bum, so I hold the sheep still, while Kim shears off the wool. At least Toto has horns which do provide a convenient handhold, but every now and again he makes a sudden lunge for freedom, especially when one is doing those little delicate spots... Still, all is now finished, he is comparatively crew-cut, washed, rinsed and liberated to his wondering harem, who seemed reluctant to welcome a soaked sheep, shorn of his crowning glory. Just the youngest, Rosie, to do tomorrow when we have regained our strength.
bye for now, drinking a cooling Panaché.
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