Normally I would call our good shearer, Brian, but for just one lamb..... surely I could do it myself. I've shorn adults before when necessary but I did them standing and I didn't try to manage any particular pattern or take the fleece off in one piece. I sheared Norris in my head several times and had a plan of action. This was the week when we had 90 degree days so I knew he'd feel so much better with it off and that cemented my resolve to do it right now.
I didn't want to wrestle the big sheet of plywood into his pen so I fished a giant piece of cardboard out of the recycle pile.
"Hmmm, what's this?"
So, armed with hand shears and a clean bag to put his lovely fleece in I tipped him on his butt and gave it a try. Have you seen that commercial where the couple is staring up at the wrecked ceiling and pipes dripping water and the husband says, " I can do this." and the wife does this strangled laugh and shakes her head and states, "No." The wife was the smart side of my brain about 2 minutes in. I'm dripping sweat (remember it's 90+ degrees), I have cut off zero wool, Norris is already fussing and I'm afraid I'm going to cut him.
Plan B. Halter and shear standing up with the help of my trusty ancient trimming stand. Even that took longer than I like to admit but I can say that neither of us got hurt (although by the time I finished we were both done. with. this.).
I sorted and skirted as I went and ended up with a 3.6 lb bag of colored lamb wool. Next will be washing, picking and then blending....with something....just for fun.
Norris is much happier and cooler.
As I didn't shear as close as electric clippers would you can already see the waves in his wool that will shortly become curls.
He's growing nicely and showing a significant increase in height compared against the old boys.
And he's staying as sweet and friendly as ever. I left his forelock on and wanted to get a nice picture but he kept running toward the camera.
There. The next shearing will be by a pro-fess-shun-all.