Okay, so some of my posted pics are PBA's ( pretty bloody average) and so I use the post processing of an added rambling story in a pathetic attempt to deflect attention from their shortcomings.
So here is another attempt to repeat the same cover up for ineptitude. My justification for this post is that this is probably a series of shots of country living which a lot of you good city folk may never get to see.
It is the yearly shearing of our 'baby' Bruno and his two live in companions, Sam and Alf, acquired to stop Bruno from feeling lonely! We took them over to a shed where they were shearing a mob of 500 sheep and tagging our three on the end was no big deal. Well not quite. Bruno, having black wool, had to be shorn when the mob had been shorn and their wool safely baled. Any trace of black wool contaminating a bale of white wool renders the whole bale almost valueless.
It was a special favour to us by our friend to let us have Bruno shorn in his shed. Oh, yes. One other small problem. Being a thoroughly spoiled sheep and grossly overfed Bruno is a little on the fat side. Well let's not mess around here. He is fatter than a bush pig and weighs somewhere up around 100 Kgms! The shearers were not too happy to have to toss and shear him. They actually ' drew straws' so see who would have to do him. In the long run it didn't matter as he is so big and strong that it took the two of them to handle him. And these are professional shearers who easily toss and shear 200 to 250 sheep a day.
Anyway thanks for dropping by. Comments would be welcome. But hey, I know they are mediocre captures. Hence the long winded cover up tale above. Maybe these pics might give some an idea for new subject matter?
Alf, Sam and Bruno waiting transport to the shed to be shorn
Alf and Sam having a haircut.
Bruno being shorn, a two man job!
Just to show the colour of Bruno's wool. Unshorn it looks chocolate brown which colour is due to the sun bleaching the tips.
Waiting to travel back home after the deed had been done