Posted by: kathandroger | July 1, 2018

Canicular activities.

We are in the middle of the first canicule (heatwave) of the summer. Approaching the mid thirties and full sun. That is until last night, when having left all the soft outdoor furnishings uncovered because of the rainless forecast, we had a thunderstorm this morning! Still I guess the sun we are promised today will dry everything out.
But just because it is hot and difficult to work, tasks still have to be done. The sheep needed shearing and a French pal had promised to help me as he has two of his own sheep to deal with and wanted some lessons! The only problem was that he did not turn up. Luckily we have had some delightful Australians staying and Max, a ready for everything schoolteacher was willing to help. First lesson of sheep shearing is to catch the sheep before starting. Having set up all the kit, with a long electricity lead from the house, the bloody animals escaped from the little holding trap I had made for them. Rosemary, the one who has had 13 babies, is always a bugger to catch, and she knew something was up and was off under the fence like a greyhound from the trap! Only big heavy Hercules, the ram, was left. I am beginning to think he is a bit like myself, older and slower and less inclined to vigorous escapades. The old fella didn’t even mind when I started the shears and, with him still standing, started giving his big head a crewcut. He seemed to be thinking that the haircut was inevitable and as long as he stood still and upright then the torture could be endured. And that’s what happened, for the first time ever I sheared a sheep who remained upright and mainly motionless throughout the procedure! I think Max was impressed, especially as it only took about half an hour when the professionals do one sheep every minute. I left the others for another day, but to my surprise caught them in the trap with a bait of bits of old bread, and was able to shear the girls as well. No staying still for them, though, and the old trick of tying the legs together had to be employed. Flossie, became quite happy after she was released and even stayed resting in the comfort of her lightweight summer coat.IMG_3995
Yesterday was changeover day in the gites. For some strange reason I have been promoted to helping in the washing routine, namely carrying out and hanging up the washed bed linen. How can women do it so well and I struggle so helplessly to get big sheets to fit onto the washing line? This is yesterday’s sample, with Kath’s on the right and mine on the left.IMG_4000Maybe I will improve, or maybe I will be relegated to former tasks; I hope it is the latter!
Poor old Polly. After long discussions, we decided to have her sterilized. I had wanted to have a litter from her, but the Boss was quite right in saying it was not practical and would be too much trouble to look after a big litter of pups. So there she is IMG_3999all her womanly organs have been ripped asunder and she is no longer whole. We can console ourselves that nasty future illnesses have been prevented, but I am sad that her breeding potential has been curtailed purely for our convenience. Polly has expressed no opinion, but we hope she will soon be back to her hugely entertaining naughty self!


Responses

  1. Poor Polly. At least with her incision bandaged, she doesn’t have to wear the dreaded collar.

  2. Her head was too long for the lampshade! Sofar no problem with rhe bandage, but it will be attacked soon I guess!


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