OK, this is getting real old...Benny here, and smashed into the "barn" with 16 other freezing sheep. Two days ago we were out hunting knapweed and today we are shivering....oh, to be in Scotland...
Bonehead...if we were in Scotland, we would be soaking wet all the time, waiting for the midges to hatch !
And that would be worse than freezing to death here ? My stupendous fleece has a layer of ice on top.....THIS IS ABUSE !!
Benny ! get a grip...you couldn't freeze to death in 3 weeks with the layer of insulation you are packing around....
That doesn't mean I don't feel the bitter cold, Becca
Well, the weather did take a nasty turn, but this happens every spring, Haybrain....you aren't the Memory Sheep (see Three Bags Full...a marvelous read) I know, but it will be warm enough to wish we were sheared in a few weeks...
Oh NO ! They are going to do that to us again ??? The indignity of it...flattened by force, stripped of one's wonderful fleece, hooves cut to the quick, needles poked into the body, icky stuff in the mouth...
If you mean taking off your "spectacular" fleece so you can grow another one, getting a hoof trim, vaccination and wormer, then yes, that is what will happen...what is it you don't get about being a sheep, Benny ?? And for you, it is probably the comment the shearer always makes about your ....hmmmm...very large size....
That is true...he sounds insulting, and he never comments on my truly incredible fleece....
Bennyboy - he is a cattle rancher - he doesn't DO fleece except to get it off the sheep safely and without cutting you...he is a keeper...
Oh good...something to look forward to...flattened by force, insulted about my perfect form, hooves sliced to the quick.....
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