Shearing begins Wednesday evening.
Then sheep to auction.
Then our trip to Utah.
Then lambs to the butcher.
And then finally just for poor old Blue - breeding season. It's been a tough wait for him. These cooler nights and shorter days make a ram...ah... frisky, yes that's the word, frisky. I just hope the fences can withstand his friskiness. They've taken quite a beating in the past week. It's not all his fault if the fences come down. I've seen what those girls do to him. They're tormentors.