Last Monday, Julia arrived back from summer school in the afternoon just in time to watch five more hours of shearing. She was a very good sport in deed. Farming isn't a passion of Julia's. It is something her parents do and she puts up with it. No matter how hard I try to explain what it is we are doing - whether planting, gathering sheep, shearing sheep, harvesting vegetables or flowers - she just looks at me with glazed eyes and asks when we can go home. I'm trying folks but it's just not happening... And that's okay with me. She keeps telling me she is a city girl. She sure does love her Dad.... so she will have to come back and visit one day, I hope.
Here Julia is communing with Cora before Cora gets sheared. It still surprises me how much Cora still likes to chat with the humans - especially Julia. We shear all the white sheep first, and then the black ones so that the black fleeces stay separate.
Once the shearers were paid and left for the year, it was time to move the sheep back to their pasture. Julia and I drove down the hill and waited for our big moment - waving our arms so the sheep will go where they needed to go. After a few false starts up the hill, the two dogs finally got them on the road. Here they come!
Don't they look funny with their haircuts?
And now it is done for another year - Yippee!