On Monday evening I had the lambs shorn. The poor little dears, firstly they were rounded up with a dog, onto a trailer with a crate and then left in a strange place. Then a man with a noisy machine grabs them and takes all their wool off! It was such a cold evening, they spent the night 'inside' the shearing shed.
Here's my lil' Beauty five days after shearing (she's so little compared to the others):
|Underside of toadstool and bug|