Four Things Found One Day In The Forest: Photo 4 of 4
The Elusive (And Camera Shy) Wet Woodland Donkey (A very close cousin of the extremely popular Barnyard Donkey.)
Lamb Report: Well, the rumor has been confirmed. The sheep shearer who did such a wonderful (and fast!) job on our flock last year has indeed broken his leg. The incident apparently occurred while he was "hauling a sheep on a four-wheeler" and lost control of it (the four-wheeler). Since I have been accused on several occasions of going four-wheeling with The Chippers in the Jeep and on the riding mower, I didn't ask for more details.
And so the search for a replacement shearer begins. Sheep shearing is one of those things like Olympic ice skating--the pros make it look extremely easy. But when you strap on some rented skates and take that first step onto the ice, you immediately fall flat on your butt. I can shear the sheep if it comes down to that, but we're all (and I mean all) hoping it doesn't. Let's just say that if the judges are grading on speed, style, and the ability to do more than complain of aches and pains after the event, I won't be taking home any medals. Current Lamb Count: 22. (I was so shocked last night when I tucked in the sheep and came up with the correct number on the first try that I went back and counted them two more times.) Number of days the song "Sherry Baby" (but changed to "Cary Baby") has been playing non-stop in my head: 3 so far.
The Elusive (And Camera Shy) Wet Woodland Donkey (A very close cousin of the extremely popular Barnyard Donkey.)
Lamb Report: Well, the rumor has been confirmed. The sheep shearer who did such a wonderful (and fast!) job on our flock last year has indeed broken his leg. The incident apparently occurred while he was "hauling a sheep on a four-wheeler" and lost control of it (the four-wheeler). Since I have been accused on several occasions of going four-wheeling with The Chippers in the Jeep and on the riding mower, I didn't ask for more details.
And so the search for a replacement shearer begins. Sheep shearing is one of those things like Olympic ice skating--the pros make it look extremely easy. But when you strap on some rented skates and take that first step onto the ice, you immediately fall flat on your butt. I can shear the sheep if it comes down to that, but we're all (and I mean all) hoping it doesn't. Let's just say that if the judges are grading on speed, style, and the ability to do more than complain of aches and pains after the event, I won't be taking home any medals. Current Lamb Count: 22. (I was so shocked last night when I tucked in the sheep and came up with the correct number on the first try that I went back and counted them two more times.) Number of days the song "Sherry Baby" (but changed to "Cary Baby") has been playing non-stop in my head: 3 so far.
Uh-oh, serious combobble here--I thought you meant the sheep shearer broke SHEEP'S LEGS and I wondered why you used him! Never mind, I have been very pre-occupied lately...
ReplyDeleteNumber of times "Someone Save My Life Today" has went through my head this morning, continuous stream.
Gotta admit that I too thought he broke the sheep's leg. I can't imagine having to shear the sheep myself. When I was "growing up," I watched the sheep shearers at work.
ReplyDeleteThat is tough work! I always felt sorry for the sheep when they finished because they didn't have a beautiful "hair cut." I was more concerned with looks than comfort. HA Today, I have to "shear" my Cocker Spanial. That job is big enough for me. Good luck finding someone to do the shearing for you.
I love watching the shearers at work. Only time I've ever seen them is at the State Fair. ;-) Your blog is so inspiring. If I had land with actual meadows and rainfall and lots of grass instead of patches of buffalo grass and pinon trees, I would own some sheep right now. You've got me contemplating a move to Arkansas (where my folks have lived for years) upon retirement for a second career raising sheep. In the meantime, I'll keep visiting your blog to get my daily dose of greenery and sheep!
ReplyDeleteGood thing donkeys don't need haircuts.
ReplyDeleteI can't even trim my cats' claws without doing myself injury, and being shunned the rest of the day, to boot.
The chickens have asked that I mention the superiority of feathers, which moult on their own and (adds LTC) are extremely attractive.
Am I glad to find out I wasn't the only one who thought the sheep shearer had broken a sheep's leg and thought you must be desperate to let him near your flock. Like Rosanne Rosannadanna used to say "Never Mind."
ReplyDeleteLove your forest teasures--especially Camo Lambo and Woodland Donkey. Was there a Nanny Bear around too? Now there's another children's book about a magical visit through the forest.
Aargh. Well, at least you knocked "Shake Your Groove Thing" out of my head.
ReplyDeleteBest wishes for finding a replacement shearer! Especially before the weather gets unbearably hot.
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