So, there we are, we’ve got the shed nicely set up for alpacas, we’ve got a workflow that, while not perfect, is getting better and we’re well past the halfway mark.
Then we get a call – “Is it OK to shear 400 merinos in your shed next week?”
Seems that there has been a long-standing arrangement with the previous owner where they rented out the shed to a local sheep farmer.
OK, not too much of a problem and with the bills we’re getting just to get the plumbing working, every dollar is welcome.
So.. out comes the table again. Let me pause here a moment gentle reader to talk about the space under the shed where I have to go to take out the bolts…
Like all shearing sheds, it’s built on legs with a crawl space underneath. A crawl space filled with 20 years of sheep …., at least half of South Australia’s venomous spider population, a possum and a snake or two (I’ve not met one under there yet – but they’re there, I’m sure that they’re there). Let’s put it this way, it’s not my happy place.
Anyway it’s done and we have sheep shearing going on
There is a plus side. In one corner of the shed there is an old (read very old) wool press. It looks lethal and would certainly like nothing more than to chomp down one or two of my fingers. I’d assumed that it was not serviceable and only really fit for scrap but, apparently they use it every year and, while undoubtedly something that would make a safety inspector need to go and lay down in darkened room, it still works perfectly. So, part of the charge for the use of the shed is a quick course in how the thing works.
That happens tomorrow. If I have any fingers left, I’ll tell you about it.