Last weekend we went down to Matthew's parent's house. It was sheep shearing weekend. Have you heard of the threshing crew extravaganza that happened in the 19th and 20th centuries? Well, this is the modern day version. My Father-in-law hires a professional sheep shearer to come to the farm once a year. My husband, his brother and their buddies all meet up at the farm and help to get the sheep sheared. It's fun to watch and lots of laughs are had by all. My Mother-in-law makes really yummy food to feed everyone and we just have fun.
There also happened to be a new batch of Beagle pups, just 4 weeks old that the kiddos loved to snuggle. We have a Matilda and will NOT be adding to the dog population at this house. Hard to say as Beagle puppies, in my opinion, are THE cutest in the whole kingdom of dogs
Isaiah was able to get some hugs from the donkey, Eeyore. Eeyore is used to sort of guard and warn the sheep from marauding coyotes. He's a shaggy little guy who is pretty nice, for a donkey. (Eeyore does not get shorn - just in case you were wondering)
The big bag Isaiah's stomping in is a wool bag. It's about an 8 foot tall bag that the fleeces go into after they're off the sheep. One has to stomp it down in order to get in more wool. This is similar to the action husbands do in an attempt to get more trash into the kitchen garbage so it does not need to be taken out as often. I'm just saying.