Liberty Belle
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Yesterday we were a pretty sheepish outfit. Shearing Day is always fun, much the same as branding.
We have plenty of food, the neighbors come to help, the grandkids have a ball, and after the long, hard day,
we all sleep well. I thought I might as well share some pictures with those of you who don’t have sheep
and have never participated in this primitive form of entertainment.
As sheep before the shearers are silent… Isaiah 53:7
Trigger Man “riding the wave” as the sheep come up the chute into the shearing trailer.
Oldest grand daughter taking time off from high school rodeo practice to wrangle sheep.
Note the shearer in blue right behind Smiley here. First lady sheep shearer we’ve ever had!!
Grandpa, a retired sheep shearer himself, showing Tony the best way to sew up a profusely bleeding vein that he just cut into on this ewe’s belly.
The crew boss. A hard-working fellow of Norwegian extraction by the name of Loren Opstedahl.
Gramps and the Tasmanian Devil wrangling sheep.
Just full of tricks…
Miss Blue Eyes just loves packing those soft fleeces to the bagger.
She still was cute as a bug’s ear by the end of the day, but she smelled to high heaven!!
A couple of steer wrestlers caught herding sheep. That’s our oldest son in the yellow cap.
The guy with him just announced that he is engaged to be married this summer.
Some of the newly naked females at the feed bunks enjoying the sunshine.
Trigger Man with our newest predator control agent.
Just three months old and not even half grown, she already loves and guards her sheep.
We have plenty of food, the neighbors come to help, the grandkids have a ball, and after the long, hard day,
we all sleep well. I thought I might as well share some pictures with those of you who don’t have sheep
and have never participated in this primitive form of entertainment.
As sheep before the shearers are silent… Isaiah 53:7
Trigger Man “riding the wave” as the sheep come up the chute into the shearing trailer.
Oldest grand daughter taking time off from high school rodeo practice to wrangle sheep.
Note the shearer in blue right behind Smiley here. First lady sheep shearer we’ve ever had!!
Grandpa, a retired sheep shearer himself, showing Tony the best way to sew up a profusely bleeding vein that he just cut into on this ewe’s belly.
The crew boss. A hard-working fellow of Norwegian extraction by the name of Loren Opstedahl.
Gramps and the Tasmanian Devil wrangling sheep.
Just full of tricks…
Miss Blue Eyes just loves packing those soft fleeces to the bagger.
She still was cute as a bug’s ear by the end of the day, but she smelled to high heaven!!
A couple of steer wrestlers caught herding sheep. That’s our oldest son in the yellow cap.
The guy with him just announced that he is engaged to be married this summer.
Some of the newly naked females at the feed bunks enjoying the sunshine.
Trigger Man with our newest predator control agent.
Just three months old and not even half grown, she already loves and guards her sheep.