|The Proper Way-I'm Not Strong Enough!|
|Picture from: Katie Daisy|
My whole problem today was trying to take a gigantic ram, that weighs more than one of our horses and lead him to the stanchion. He didn't want to go up there, but treats worked and finally he got up there with me calling, "Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby." He still thinks maybe there was a bottle up there and he'd do anything to drink from a bottle of goat's milk. Einstein would sit on my lap this minute, if he knew I had bottle in my hand. That is a really scary thought, by the way.
I had alfalfa ready when the treats were gone and he just munched-away while I clipped. I got under the felting and went down lightly trying not to pull and then the weight of the felted part was pulling, I then would do a horizontal clip and take the heavy part off. The clippers got so hot even though I was using "Kool Lube," a blade cleaner, and I made numerous stops to use fine machine oil on the clippers. It didn't faze him, he didn't feel it, not one bit. I would take off tons of wool from one side and go to the other side that I had just clipped. Whoa! The foggy mist has just fluffed his "Fro" right-out. The ram sheep grew a full wool coat in just an hour. It popped-up right-up.
Wool has some unique properties and can actually cool a sheep, keep them warm, and repel water.
The closer I got to his back the more I realized he was changing color. He was born black and still young, the outside felted-part was bleached brown by the sun. Now, he is gray. I am finding white wool mixed with black. He almost looks silver and so soft. The lanolin was trapped and my hands are so soft. I rubbed my face against his clean wool and he did feel and smell like a new, soft, baby lamb. One of my most precious memories of baby lambs is holding them close and thinking each year how soft and sweet newborns are as soon as the lamb is dry. The are the best cuddlers. Einstein still loves to be loved. The wool removal didn't make him any smaller looking to me, confirmed my idea that their will be no holding him my lap.
|Oh, No! Einstein Melted!|
He is busy eating again, pushing the ewes away from the alfalfa for the evening feeding. Einstein's basically the same. The ram is all poofy again, but silver color. Not one person will notice I spent more than four hours on him today. All that wool weight gone our ram feels like a lamb, again. This is so funny, I shear off his wool and it weighs close to 30 pounds. Is there a shear for humans? That would take care of my short haircut. Nevermind, I need eyebrows.
I hope he feels great, he might be a little cooler but the weight off his feet will make him light on his toes and I might see him hop around. Einstein must feel like he could do the sheep dance, Boogie-Wooly.