Shearing started on Monday. It doesn’t take that long since my father in law sold some of his property a few years back, but it is still one of the big events that mark the progress of the year around here. In the weeks leading up to shearing there is work to do, clearing out the sheds, and making sure the sheep are in the right paddocks to make moving them easy.
On Saturday afternoon there was a mob of sheep in our home paddock ready to be put into the sheep yards on Sunday night. Both CB and his parents were away at different things. They both rang me to say that where they were, there was rain, so could I put the sheep in the shed. Sheep that are wet cannot be shorn, so we needed to keep them dry.
Now I’ve often helped move sheep with CB, but until then, I had never done it completely on my own. On top of that, I knew that none of the farm dogs would work for me, so it was up to me, and Hannah. That is it.
Hannah jumped on the quad bike, and I rode a motorbike. We managed to push the mob up to shed, running backwards and forwards to keep the mob together. We got them into the shed with surprisingly little trouble. It’s amazing what you can do if you have to.
I was pumped!
I was super impressed with myself. I rang CB and told him how awesome a farmers wife I was (it never hurts to remind him 🙂 ), and he was also proud of me. I even put a comment on facebook boasting about my farm chick prowess.
We then spent the rest of the afternoon doing bits and pieces.
When CB came home, he decided that it no longer looked like it was going to rain, and went over to the shed to let the sheep out…
… except that they weren’t in the shed anymore…
It turns out you also need to latch the door of the shed once you put them in, if you don’t want them to escape. The whole mob had got out of the shed, and ran past the house to the far end of the paddock out of sight of the house, without me even noticing.
So perhaps not quite the farm chick I thought I was!?!