Then last Saturday, I noticed Ivy didn't want to eat and had separated herself from the flock. I didn't observe any other symptoms but the first thought in late pregnancy is toxemia. I started treating her for that but realized Sunday morning, that with ice & snow forecast for Monday, I'd best have the vet come out just in case I was wrong in my diagnosis. The vet agreed with me, however, and told me to continue the treatment I was giving Ivy. Even though I had been right in guessing pregnancy toxemia, it's always reassuring to get confirmation from the vet.
It's always great to see Kevin who has been shearing my sheep for 14 years. Kevin Ford: a Master Blade Shearer (using the old timey hand blades) who has been shearing for 40 years, taught many shearing workshops, and represented our country in international shearing competitions. It is a privilege to have him shear my sheep.
Kevin gently rolls the sheep around between his legs as he uses the blades to clip the wool off. It always amazes me to see how the sheep go completely limp as he shears them. There is no noise from electric shearing machines, only the sounds of us quietly talking and the occasional baa from a sheep.
As Kevin finished up the last sheep, the rest of the flock was happily eating their hay out in the sun, their short wool clean and shining.