I really wanted to title this Hair Cut Day, but I guess it's technically Haircut Day...which just looks wrong...but I looked it up...so I decided to just go with Shearing Day and avoid the entire situation ;-).
Shearing Day, other than being a long, hard day for Bill, went off without a hitch. I had a ton of great help and company and for the most part the sheep behaved very well, even Petunia. Maisie again got her new 'do standing up...and only bit me once. We'll put that in the "win" column haha.
Rebecca Boone now aka Rebecca Two
I'd love to know what Willard is telling Baaxter. Or maybe I wouldn't. Except Willard is a sheep of Impeccable Character, so he's probably just laughing because Bill hit a ticklish spot or something :-).
That is Baaxter under that huge pile of wool!
And this is Tavia, who actually was sheared at the end of the day, but I wanted to put her picture in here after one of the big sheep to show either how big they are or how little the Jacobs are.
The last picture of the "babies" - Bullwinkle and Levi were working Rebecca Three and Stella pretty hard for either a cookie or to open the gate so they wouldn't have to get their big boy haircuts (haircuts with an s looks fine ;-). With Liddy, Andy and Woody.
An extra special treat this year was/is (looks like I need to go back to English class :-/) the fleece tags. Dana gave each sheep the sweetest sketch of them being sheared, their name fancied up and some even got little notes about what was talked about or happened while they were being shorn.
They are beyond adorable!
Her husband documented each one, thankfully, before any lanolin soaked into them. After the fact it was pointed out that I could have stuck each one in a plastic sleeve. Maybe she'll come back next year wink wink ;-).
We all liked that Little Liddy got a pink sheet :-).
And here he is...the one you've been waiting for...Momma's Lil' Butterball :-D.
That's Rebecca One raking up. The numbers are in order of how long I've known each. Rebecca One spun the original Punkin yarn for me years ago, long before I ever dreamed I'd have a flock of sheep and be spinning yarn myself. Crazy, eh?
"This is really not what I expected."
All grown up (sniffle).
Bill pulled a great trick on me again this year. I'll post that story tomorrow. Poor Burrnie... ;-)