I got a call from a friend a couple of days ago. He has a small sheep herd of about 100 head and he was needing help sorting them. Some had to go to market. Some had to be tagged and tattoo’d. And some needed to be culled off for shearing.
I love a day at the farm, it gets me out of the office and away from the computer for several hours and lets me utilize some old cowboy skills from so long ago it seems like another life. The sun was warm and there was a gentle breeze coming out of the west as our ragtag crew began to gather the sheep into a small pasture. Then in batches of 10’s we’d herd the sheep into a small corral to sort and whatever else was necessary. The sheep were… well sheep and they did what sheep did. Some were complacent and others – well lets say were a bit of a wooly rodeo. Continue reading






