Ow my everything - Tactical Ninja
Nov. 10th, 2012
06:11 pm - Ow my everything
Today I shore 35 sheep and was chauffeured about by the YoT. Two birds, one stone, and some sheep! I also made $240 which was quite nice.
Now I feel a bit broken. There's nothing you can do to get fit for shearing except shearing, and I haven't been doing much of it lately. I'm glad I split the Horokiwi sheep, and will go back in December to do the rest.
English Leicesters are the dreadlock hippies of the sheep world:
After they're shorn they look much tidier and more like antelopes or goats than sheep:
Their attitude is most un-hippie like. If they were people they would drive V8s and listen to Metallica and wear Three Wolf Moon shirts while yelling abuse at the neighbours. Because they are not people, they have to save up their bogan bolshiness for shearing time and use it to rake my shins with their hooves and generally be as difficult as they can.
But I have a big brain and opposable thumbs and while it remains like that the odds are in my favour. They are bald and I have impressive bruises and this is always the outcome with the English Leicesters so I don't know why they bother fighting any more. Unless they like inflicting pain on me. I wouldn't put it past them. See the look in their eye? Shifty.
Also, we got given some eggs. This happens more than you might think. The YoT was all "Hey look they've got shit on them!" "Why yes son, real chickens shit. Life lessons."
Finally, notice that I am not dead. This means the driving lessons are continuing to be successful. If anybody needs me I'll be over here groaning a lot and being self-congratulatory about my awesome parenting.