It’s one of those things that sucks to do, but once done, makes you feel pretty damn smug about yourself. No matter that I needed two people to hold one tiny sheep down, because I had good, patient helpers. No matter that there are second cuts galore, because I still got a lot of really nice fleece. Behold the wool harvest of 2011!
Shearing day is when you get to find out more about the health of your sheep. I worried I wasn’t feeding them enough in the winter, but all winter long I couldn’t get near enough to feel their ribs to gauge their body condition. And even if I could, the body would have been hard to navigate under all that wool. Stress or malnourishment can show up in a fleece, making it weak and prone to breakage. All the wool is strong and smooshy and beautiful, so hopefully that means my little sheep are happy. At any rate, they sure look happier not having to lug around giant woollen blankets.
Now all we have left to do is the llama–cue ominous string music now.