Wooly bums…
No writing this afternoon, no swimming either … instead, bringing the ewes off the oat stubble on a stormy afternoon…
Through dust and dirt…
Amazing to think these grey covered fleeces will produce such a creamy white clip at shearing in June.
Into the greener paddocks and across to the yards where the ewes will be crutched and drenched, or in simple language – have bums shaved and get wormed. Just like we worm humans and dogs.
Drafting the sheep through the yards and up to the shed.
The empty shed waiting for the shearers tomorrow.
Bales of lambswool waiting to be pressed.
The press.
Lambswool…
The stain on the floor under the two shearing stands is years of lanolin onto wood.
By tomorrow, radio going, sheep bleating, men shouting, machines whirring, urn bubbling for smoko – another day on the farm…
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