Sheep Shearing

If I was really country I would say Sheep Shearin' but there is no use pretending. Anyone who saw my garden last year would know how inept I am at farming skills. They are worse than Napolean's shading skills. My chickens haven't even laid eggs for 3 days now. Not only that, after so many years teaching English in Taiwan poor grammar grates on my nerves like fingernails on a chalkboard. Anyhow, we had a great time Saturday helping some friends shear a few of their sheep. Well, Grant had a great time doing that while I had a great time chatting with Sara(h?) and standing around with the camera taking pictures. And the kids had a great time jumping on the tramp and playing with pieces of poo off the ground.

The sheep are quite calm once they are forced down. That's Sara in the background with her cute pregnant belly. I haven't yet reached the cute belly stage. I'm still in the throes of the "Gee, doesn't Sally look kind of fat recently?" stage. And look! Grant gets to use his new overalls for a real purpose.

Grant really is shearing here and not just performing anal surgery.

What is it with men and forgetting to apply sunscreen?

Up close and personal.

The wool under these sheep was gorgeous. Sara cleans it up, spins it herself and knits the most amazing and beautiful things. She also makes awesome gouda cheese. Some people have all the talent. Oh, and for some reason it looks in these pictures like Grant did all the shearing but really Nate did most of it.

Lily's hair usually looks pretty much like this even when she isn't jumping on a trampoline.

And don't forget this cute little guy.