Last year, a young Ben helped us shear the sheep (I usually call it “clipping”, so I’ll call it that). This year I decided he could help out again.
So, on Monday and Tuesday, Ben and myself were responsable for keeping our father and son pair of clippers well stocked with sheep to clip. Ben and myself had a helper on Monday too – a man called James. He switched to pulling sheep out for one of the clippers the next day. When the sheep would start to run out, Ben and myself would herd a few sheep into the clipping trailer, where they waited to be clipped.
Most of the time however, Ben just stood on the ramp into the trailer.
Ben also spent his time
bothering entertaining the sheep.
Bubbles was not impressed.
The clipped ewes and their lambs waiting outside to be taken back to the fields.
Clipping is one of the most physically demanding times of the year, so of course there are regular breaks. At 3pm the clippers are turned off and everyone goes off for some tea and chocolate!
The canine helpers Fly and Ben (and myself to keep them company) have to wait in the tractor.
When I get in, there isn’t much room for Ben… who sticks his head through the steering wheel.
Fly waits patiently for dad to come back.
I think we’re going to need a bigger tractor…