November 26th, 2011


Moar sheep

Today's sheep were somewhat flaily, and I have rake-marks all up my arms, grazes from putting my arm through the yard rails while trying to avoid falling over, and a remarkably circular hole in the pad of my left ring finger, the result of a well-placed kick firing the handpiece straight into my other hand, which then bled for five minutes. Owie.

But they are done. Nyah. The final two Arapawas were a miss because their people failed to get them in despite enlisting four neighbours to help. I've given them the number of someone with a heading dog.

I have an appointment next Saturday to get the final work done on my scar. Mwuahaha.