Saturday morning we woke to a new dusting of snow. Hooray! No mud! And the people came... Good thing we live on a not-busy gravel road. The shearer started his work. He had 116 sheep to shear, and no time to waste. Here he was sharpening his blades so they cut the wool better. In the foreground of the photo, you can see our skirting table. We laid each fleece out to pick off the dirtiest wool before putting the rest in a large bag. The Farmer talked with those who came, answering their questions, and administered vaccinations. We had a great crew of helpers. Wally answered questions and made sure folks got out of the way when each finished sheep came through. John and John herded the sheep up the chute. Sara and Kami helped with skirting the wool, herding the just-shorn sheep back to their pens, showing off the lambs, sweeping the floor and answering questions. Tom swept off the shearing stand between sheep. The Polypay sheep were shorn on Saturday. But the Suffolk sheep have been havi
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