And goats and llama. Actually anything that needs to be shorn, we will do it ourselves. I understand that Icelandic sheep aren’t your ordinary sheep. I also understand that there are people who have never seen an Icelandic sheep. However, if you can’t shear my sheep without #1 cutting them and making them bleed, #2 make them look like a blind, angry, leprechaun on crack sheared them, then don’t. I know Icelandic sheep are not your everyday docile sheep. They have the instinct to run away from the unknown like no other sheep that I have seen. It is a survival instinct that they have. They will not lie on their back while the shearer works. They will bolt at the first chance. Don’t get mad at my sheep. It really pisses me off. Just tell me “I don’t want to shear your stupid and unruly sheep, or I hate your sheep and never want to see them again”. Any of the above will work.
The goats were first, not too bad. They are easier to get along with.
They behaved themselves, much better than I expected.
Then it was the sheeps’ turn. He started with Emily.
This is Emily after the debacle. She is embarrassed. She said that he was a “mad man”.
I know that I am new to this shepherding thing. I also know that the sheep aren’t suppose to look like they have mange.
I am so sorry Cierra. Please forgive me.
Esther had a lot to say about the situation. Loosely translated from Icelandic sheep to human: “If you ever want to see your children you will never allow that human in my pasture or barn ever again. I will dismember you and bury you under the apple trees”. After that she gave an evil laugh and smiled at the camera. I am truly afraid.
Fuzzy was so upset that she is hiding in the shelter behind the hay rack.
Never again! We will be purchasing the shearers and commence on doing this ourselves. The sheep, goats and llama voted. All were in favor of the farm mama’s doing the shearing. There you go, Democracy in action.
I have one last question. What do we do with 12 bags of wool that has been chopped beyond recognition? Sheezzz….
Much Love and Prayers from Mainely Ewes Farm