CAMPSITE # 14 @ Inglewood by Bruce Mackay - Day 3 SHEARING DAY

"Bruce, Bruce there is a lamb that is sick or dead so hurry". So at Amy's urgings I went to the pen, picked the resting lamb up on it's feet and went back to skirting the fleece. Today was an enjoyable but also eventful.

It also started earlier than planned with a rolling thunderstorm waking us all at around 5am. Still, we had a good breakfast and were in the shed well before the shearing commenced at 7.30. The fleeces presented really nicely this year and the classer (and even the shearers) made favorable comments. We gave Tom the responsibility of keeping the sheep up to the shearers whilst Amy seemed so natural on the broom. She was also game enough to pick up the fleeces at the shearers feet and throw them on to the classing table. Whilst some of  the throws had unintended outcomes, she did really well. Shearing was pretty much over by 5pm and after an hour or so cleaning up the shed we were ready to run the mob back down the road to their paddock. Unfortunately we had no sooner made our preparations and we got clobbered by a good storm, including a good dose of hail, so the plan was put on hold and this will now happen tomorrow morning.

The rain did not stop Tom from checking his Yabbie pot in the "ram dam" and to our mutual delight we had seven beauties to cook up as an entree for tonight's meal. Amy prepared a magnificent garlic cream sauce to go with them and they disappeared very quickly. 

Tomorrow morning it should be a relatively simple matter of running the sheep back to the farm, packing up camp and heading back to Canberra to see "Auntie Cheryl". As they say in the classics....until next year....