Shearing is the final stage in our year of wool growing when every sheep passes through the woolshed, through the hands of skilled shearers and wool handlers before the wool is finally sold. This year we have less sheep than we normally would thanks to the dry conditions. The mustering was dusty, windy work and not all of the sheep were as strong as they could be. But, there is a certain amount of nostalgia and tradition surrounding shearing and the seasonal conditions will never take that away from us.
There will always be dust, woolly grease, barking dogs, cigarette smoke, the buzz of the shearing gear and the clunking of the wool press. The shearers tend to favour loud, upbeat dance tunes to break the monotony and plenty of no nonsense food with possibly some other substances to keep the energy levels up.
In the paddock everyone has their part to play in getting the sheep steadily into the sheep yards and back out again. This year I spent my mornings in the ute at the tail of the mob, picking up any lambs that were too weak to walk. Carrying the smoko and thermoses, ready for the mustering crew is another responsibility I take quite seriously! It feels good to contribute where I can and support The Shady Farmer and his crew.
And then just like that, it is all over. With fully loaded cars the shearers disappear down the road and all is quiet again. Well, it was quiet until we rounded out our week with an evening at our local show.
Years ago I believe our local show was more of a traditional agricultural show. Nowadays it is more about the sideshows and show bags with the exception of a beautiful old poultry pavilion. Squealing show rides and plastic trinkets are not my thing but this year I decided just to embrace it with the kids, for a few hours and it really was fun.
Who can resist supporting a community event and eating some greasy show food? The light was pretty, which kept my creative side happy and the kids were thrilled with their outing. It was also nice to walk out into the quiet evening , leaving the lights and grit behind us!
That was our week, a little bit of everything.
How are you?
Is there something nostalgic that comes around every year in your world?
Do you embrace your local show?
Happy Sunday, friends x