We return to Abbottsford grasskeep for the third day running, anticipation buzzing as we prepare to shear the final ewes.
Drench worming.
And foot clipping.
Grey clouds loomed overhead, closing in on our blue sky.
My tup lamb, he'll service the flock next year.
Today's pen setup, notice the tup is out of the way.
We retain much of our wool, generously sharing nearly half with local spinners who bring it to life.
We've been fleeced, come back here!
Carrying our welfare bucket.
Lovely golden fleece that I plan to card and spin soon.
Just four ewes and a single tup remain before the last round of shearing, worming, and fly strike spraying is done.