One of the key features of our sheep is that they
shed their fleece naturally, so there is no need to shear them.
That’s the theory, anyway. Come spring, the stock fencing, the
gorse bushes, anything with a bit of rough texture picks up tufts of
fleece as the sheep brush up against them, or scratch the serious
itch that comes with the shedding. It mostly works. There’s really
just two issues...
Firstly, some sheep opt out of the natural shedding
process, or only do half the job, which means we do have to do a
partial shearing when the weather warms up. Our oldest ewe, Cilla,
is an absolute devil for not shedding and her fleece develops into a
semi-rigid shell – a sheep-armadillo cross. Partly because of her
age, we only trim when the weather is really good, and by the time
that comes round I feel the urge to get out the angle grinder, just
to cut through that outer layer.
Cilla passed the trait on to her son, Softy. Perhaps if
he hadn’t had the snip, he would shed like a ram, but instead he is
an enormous wether in an armoured jacket. We did a partial trim
recently, because the weather suddenly got warm – not a full
shearing, just enough gaps so that the rest might unravel like a
knitted jumper with a pulled thread.
Butch, with a proper winter coat |
Secondly, and most significant in late Winter, the rams
get in a bit of a hurry. Butch, our oldest ram, and his half-brother
Monk had already started shedding, just as the cold weather arrived
back in March. In winter, both have a dense fleece that keeps almost
everything out, and a very fine hairy chest wig to show what splendid
lads they are. (OK, in Butch’s case, a splendid older gentleman,
with half a horn missing and a spot of bother with his right knee.)
But just as the snow came, our woolly lads were looking a bit
moth-eaten.
Butch getting scruffy |
Just to clarify – this isn’t like a cat moulting,
swapping a thick, dense winter coat for a thinner, lighter summer
casual. When the sheep shed their wool, there’s a change in the
growth pattern – the fibres get thinner and more fragile near the
skin. The shedding process is not a light trim at the barber’s but
a skin-hugging buzz-cut. In the middle of this year’s round of
sharp easterly winds, freezing conditions and abrupt snow or hail,
Butch and Monk developed bald patches.
Monk, just chilling, in patches |
It does all grow back, of course, but for the coldest
few weeks it got pretty chilly round their nethers. It’s not funny
being an ageing ram in skimpy underwear when the temperature drops.
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