Well, the twice annual ritual shearing has begun. This morning the three mommas were shorn, and oh my goodness, those babies were sort of confused!
Geronimo kept running in and out of the regular pasture while Mae was on the stand. She didn't hold still very good and got a couple of nicks.
Faith and Hope were troopers. Their babies, however, didn't understand the concept that mom is not available for nursing RIGHT. THIS. MINUTE.
Tomorrow Norman and me get our locks shorn. Locks of Love. Yarn for you. We'll get some pictures. Thanks for reading Frankly Speaking - there might be another post tomorrow.