Well, its finally June and the sun is starting to shine, more often than not…even up on the moors! Which means it time to start thinking about sheep shearing – which to any normal person (by normal I mean the majority of the population that live in places which they see more people than sheep on a daily basis) – would think its a simple job, we’ve all seen those pictures on the telly of the farmy men & women doing their stuff and in a matter of minutes a duly trimmed and neatly fleeced sheep is produced.
This is not quite how it happens in the real world!
Once completed, albeit with a bit of antiseptic spray for the ones that wriggled at the wrong time the sheep are ready to go to the next stage,
So I pick out a ewe from the 50 or so sheep I am standing in and sit it on its bum and away we go, by the time I finished, we have something that looks more like a poodle than a sheep, and as for the fleece well let’s just say it looks more like moth eaten rag. They should come off in one tidy piece you know!
With a bit more experience it does get easier, and with help of someone kind that has been shearing for years I am becoming better, he know does most of them as I stand back to watch for learning purposes you see, stepping in to do the odd one here and there. I roll up all the fleeces and bundle them in a big bag, sweep up between sheep and generally be a lackey helper.
It is hot and sweaty work truly back breaking stuff, it generally takes most of day start to finish and by the end I need to make a decision to go for Radox or beer or maybe both at the same time, not sure the wife will let me get anyway with that though!
So the next time you think about that woolly jumper, spare a thought how it all happens sustainable for sure just not for my back!!!!! J