Thursday, March 26, 2015
Put Em in their Place
You might remember this picture from my Shearing Day post. This guy is number 65. He was born last May so is almost a year old now. He's actually pretty small for a sheep his age and honestly has no redeeming qualities except for his first year Black wool that he ruined when he escaped into the cockle burrs. So in other words he was only good for market or slaughter.
You are probably asking yourself why then he is still around and being sheared? A fair question. The answer is he was very friendly and managed to charm my wife. She would spend hours out petting him and trained him to kinda lead and begged to let him stay. So my Mother and my Wife conspired against me to allow him to become a pet against my better judgement.
About a month ago I was feeding the remaining yearlings when out of the blue something slammed into my thigh. Not hard enough to knock me down but enough it gave me a nudge and I was off balance for a few seconds. Guess who it was?
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He was wanting his neck scratched and his ears petted because after he got my attention he started rubbing his head against my hand. YA it's cute in a little 45 pound yearling but wait until he gets to be two or three years old. Also the pet sheep are always the ones who cause issues like Sandwich...
This is a younger Sandwich with her patented "Wasn't me" look. Ya ya I know it was other sheep.
Anyway I couldn't wait to get that little whether into the shearing pen as my first victim. I turned his head around and put him on the board and sheared him with glee.
Know what? He still comes up to me wanting his ears and neck scratched but no head butting at all now. I think he learned that wrestling with the big hairless monkey was no fun.
Keep Prepping Everyone!!!!