So I dug up Joe's number and gave him a jingle this weekend. And he called me back! (That's another thing that puts a kink in my knickers - the not-calling-back thing.) As luck would have it, he was heading in my direction yesterday morning, and would be happy to oblige. That did send me scrambling to reschedule some conference calls, but that was done and the sheep were subsequently locked in the run-in shed Monday morning.
Joe showed up with his new sidekick - Jaime, an adorable Australian Shepherd (his son was in kindergarten, the cutie) and he got down to business. I would have taken pictures of the process, but I was missing minions (ain't that always the case?) and had to make sure Linden didn't ram his way out while Juno got her haircut. Another bonus of shearing is that I am guaranteed another pair of hands - so hooves were trimmed and vacs and wormer were administered.
Not one to hold a grudge, Juno managed to take Joe's hat off a few times, and was generally in the way. He has a nice way about sheep and remarked that mine were unusually 'friendly'. She was probably checking him out for graham crackers.
|Whoa! Open both doors of the barn!|
|Juno is harder to "capture" because of her color.|
Just look at Mr. Chubbo on the left and think "black".
|I'm still not convinced they are not aliens.|
And don't even think about shearing me.
(And, yes, the goats came home on Saturday - I'm saving that much cuteness for another post.)