We started shearing sheep the same year our middle daughter was born. Lark is 32 now. Yesterday, I was leading our older ram with a bucket of grain to an electrified paddock 50 meters away to be shorn.He wanted that corn, by God, and kept bucking his hard head into it. Not good. We reached ‘home’ no probs. I poured his feed in, but not fast enough: two short steps, head into my quad. I crumpled.He ate his food. I thought I’ll never shear him, too strong for me. Rustic idyll, my ass.
07/03/2017@tellio@tellio, heatehisfood, sheepsmallstories