30 Days of thankfulness-Day 11

The girls waiting patiently for their haircut

Braeden learning to shear

Rybrae Farm, first bale of wool.

Today I am thankful for shearers.
I am thankful for our first bale of wool.
I am thankful that my kids love shearing time and learning about it. 
I am thankful that Braeden wanted to learn about shearing.
I am thankful that Ryley likes to help with the sweeping.

Yesterday was a very very busy hectic day. We are all exhausted. 
But excited about our first lot of wool.
Our ram is now in with the ewes and hopefully we will have some lambs next year!!



Comments

  1. AlisonNovember 12, 2012 at 1:43 PM

    What are you going to do with the wool?

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    1. AnnaNovember 12, 2012 at 7:28 PM

      We will sell it. It isn't worth that much really. But still...exciting!!

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  2. SmithsholidayroadNovember 12, 2012 at 3:15 PM

    Look how tall B is! Sounds like a great day!

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    1. AnnaNovember 12, 2012 at 7:29 PM

      I know! He is going to overtake Ryley soon I think!! He seems to be having a growth spurt at the moment. I hate to imagine what he will be like when he hits the teen years. He eats so much now!!

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  3. HilaryNovember 26, 2012 at 7:44 AM

    Congrats on your first bale of wool! What an exciting time!

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