Post by Vendetta on Dec 7, 2010 2:16:24 GMT -7
The ewes needed crutching before being put to the ram. Alex yarded them herself with the help of her sandy dog Toss and her stubborn old gelding. It was pleasant that morning, not even hot enough to dry the dew. The breeze actually felt cool on her bare arms, which were tanned dark from constant exposure to the sun. She had on her favourite old black Stetson, dusty and well-worn, a black singlet (tank top 
), dark jeans and her trusty hand-tooled brown leather boots.
Once the ewes were in the yards and all accounted for she dismounted and unsaddled her horse. She had never settled on a name for the black gelding, and instead called him a mixture of swearwords and pet-names. Today he was "snookums", which was a vast improvement on yesterday when he pitched her off and earned the expression "dickface".
Alex sent Toss over the backs of the tightly packed sheep to clear the chute and get them up into the yards in the shearing shed. Inside the shed she started oiling up the electric shears.
), dark jeans and her trusty hand-tooled brown leather boots.Once the ewes were in the yards and all accounted for she dismounted and unsaddled her horse. She had never settled on a name for the black gelding, and instead called him a mixture of swearwords and pet-names. Today he was "snookums", which was a vast improvement on yesterday when he pitched her off and earned the expression "dickface".
Alex sent Toss over the backs of the tightly packed sheep to clear the chute and get them up into the yards in the shearing shed. Inside the shed she started oiling up the electric shears.
