Invariably they would be wearing a vest. (Not like the one above...) Invariably they would be a bit wrinkled, probably a little worse for wear even. I mean, the sun is pretty hot out there in the bush after all, (even at the moment) and the beer is well, lets just say there are things that are less important! The process is what they call 'hard yakka', as in 'hard yakka and no tucker left me flat out like a lizard drinkin'...
Interestingly, (according to the www.animalliberation.org) the sheep is NOT suited to the Australian environment and of all the animals introduced to the country, the sheep is the only one that has never become feral because it can't survive without human 'husbandry'. But its big business here, exports of live animals is worth $1.8b annually. No surprise then when a conviction of a live export company for cruelty was overturned on a technicality last week. (But I wont dwell on that here)
There does seem to be something very Australian about the sheering thing, and one imagines the scene being smelly and soaked in male pheromones.
So it is with British pride that I show you this picture of the process as undertaken by a Pom. Here you see a sensitive and caring sheerer carefully and lovingly removing the unnecessary coat from his compliant sheep. All other classic pre-requisites in place, the worn and haggard appearance, the vest, the alcoholic residue... but STILL the GOOD OL' British sense of fair play prevails. God bless 'em.
Here's a picture that I HAD to put in that Daile took of the girls. They asked her to take it, which is why it looks a bit set up. But check out Phoebe. What IS she doing with her hands?
Well, she's nicked some nail varnish....and is showing off her nails. There are several pics in this series, and in every one, she'd doing this. Ha ha.
And on Saturday morning, Matilda made her own breakfast...
...and not to be outdone, so did Phoebe. I think hers is a creature with measles?
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