Actually it’s my sheep, in my minivan. And while we’re clearing things up, I put her there.
Not that it was easy to get her in, mind you. In all fairness, you might say it was pretty difficult. But it had to be done for two reasons. The first was a stop at the vet clinic for some gooey medication for her eye, which we think was scratched.
The second was a trip to the farm where Lizzie was born to have her sheared.
A few days ago it was 80* and the poor thing was so uncomfortable with that wool coat! Of course, two days later it snowed, but warm weather is coming (or so I’m told) and little Lizzie really needed a hair cut.
If you have a large flock you may a trouble finding a qualified “barber” to do the highly specialized job of shearing sheep. If you have a small flock you WILL have trouble, and if you have one, lone little lamb, well, you’re out of luck. I knew my best bet was to find a friend who wouldn’t mind throwing my sheep into their group when the shearer came. Thankfully the family who gave us Lizzie is just the friendly sort who happily help a neighbor out.
They were also the sort to smile indulgently while I stood amazed at the whole thing and took tons of pictures to show you!
To begin he set Lizzie on her tail and held her back up like she was sitting up.
You can see the cutting shears in Mark’s hand; follow the cord back up to the frame that allows the cord to swing freely but not get tangled around the sheep. There is an electric switch on the pole that allows him to turn the clippers on and off. Right under the switch hangs a little device that keeps track of the number of sheep sheared. A toolbox on the floor holds supplies and all of this sets on a board for the fleece to fall on.
It probably took about 10 minutes, start to finish, but I still can’t get over what that 10 minutes did to my fluffy little lamb!
Yeah, not her best look. Pretty sure not even french-tipped nails are going to help this outfit.
We loaded a lighter Lizzie back into the van (it was getting easier now, the third time) and drove my shorn sheep home. The forecast predicts 80* again by Wednesday and her eye already looks better with the medicine. I just hope my van makes a full recovery…