Monday was one of my favorite days of the year–when I get to watch someone else skillfully, patiently and perfectly do a job that is far from my favorite thing about owning sheep. This was the second year that Kristin–who travels all over the area–came to shear our Southdown sheep and 4-H lambs. We do this every spring, just before the weather gets really hot and uncomfortable for them.
I remember when the sheep were first delivered to us by Sarah. Her husband handed me two tool boxes with clippers inside and said, “I went to sheep shearing school. Do you know what I learned? I learned that I never want to shear sheep.”