In September we shear our sheep in a flurry of mustering, red dust, extra workers, excited sheep dogs, sandwiches and thermoses.
Each shearing season brings a distinct buzz, excitement and smell that makes this time memorable. As I watch our children helping in the sheep yards, negotiating the paddocks on their small motorbike and poking their noses into the shearer’s smoko box, the memories of shearing from my childhood are almost identical.
It all starts with woolly sheep.
A morning smoko break in the paddock. Time for refueling motorbikes, coffee, something to eat, a smoke for some and a quiet moment.
The sheep are drafted and moved through the yards and dust towards the woolshed.
Skillful shearers and wool handlers make the job look easy.
The cook plays a major role in keeping hungry workers fueled up with no-nonsense, hearty food.
When the job is done the wool is carefully loaded onto local trucks and sent to market.
Just like that the woolshed is cleaned up and silent and it is all over for another year.
I hope you are having a lovely Sunday.
If you happen to be in the mood for a little more woolly action click here. Our shearing contractor has a website full of videos, photos and footage of all things sheep and shearers.