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Shearing Time in Hotchkiss

Dixie Jacobs Luke
Hotchkiss, Colo.

When I opened my car door, I heard the clicking hum of the shearer’s blades, a sound I remembered well from my childhood. I walked toward the source of this sound and came across a pen where the freshly shorn ewes stood. Their wool coats which had been soiled to a dusty gray by the past year’s travel wer gone. The lanolin in their new, ivory-colored jackets glistened in the sun. Some of these girls jumped with glee. Others were huddled together. Some were still shaking their heads as if to ask, What just happened?”

The ewes had recently been snatched, one by one, from a line-up of other ewes waiting their turn with the hairdresser”shearer. The shearing crew has come from New Zealand to do these ladies’ hair. The shearer quickly sits one on her butt and shears off the belly wool. The ewe is then rolled on a side. In long, horizontal sweeps of the clippers, the wool falls away from head to tail. Quickly the sheep is rolled over, and the wool from the other side is clipped. The whole process takes less than two minutes.

When I opened my car door, I heard the clicking hum of the shearer’s blades, a sound I remembered well from my childhood. I walked toward the source of this sound and came across a pen where the freshly shorn ewes stood. Their wool coats which had been soiled to a dusty gray by the past year’s travel wer gone. The lanolin in their new, ivory-colored jackets glistened in the sun. Some of these girls jumped with glee. Others were huddled together. Some were still shaking their heads as if to ask, What just happened?”

The ewes had recently been snatched, one by one, from a line-up of other ewes waiting their turn with the hairdresser”shearer. The shearing crew has come from New Zealand to do these ladies’ hair. The shearer quickly sits one on her butt and shears off the belly wool. The ewe is then rolled on a side. In long, horizontal sweeps of the clippers, the wool falls away from head to tail. Quickly the sheep is rolled over, and the wool from the other side is clipped. The whole process takes less than two minutes.

When I opened my car door, I heard the clicking hum of the shearer’s blades, a sound I remembered well from my childhood. I walked toward the source of this sound and came across a pen where the freshly shorn ewes stood. Their wool coats which had been soiled to a dusty gray by the past year’s travel wer gone. The lanolin in their new, ivory-colored jackets glistened in the sun. Some of these girls jumped with glee. Others were huddled together. Some were still shaking their heads as if to ask, What just happened?”

The ewes had recently been snatched, one by one, from a line-up of other ewes waiting their turn with the hairdresser”shearer. The shearing crew has come from New Zealand to do these ladies’ hair. The shearer quickly sits one on her butt and shears off the belly wool. The ewe is then rolled on a side. In long, horizontal sweeps of the clippers, the wool falls away from head to tail. Quickly the sheep is rolled over, and the wool from the other side is clipped. The whole process takes less than two minutes.

When I opened my car door, I heard the clicking hum of the shearer’s blades, a sound I remembered well from my childhood. I walked toward the source of this sound and came across a pen where the freshly shorn ewes stood. Their wool coats which had been soiled to a dusty gray by the past year’s travel wer gone. The lanolin in their new, ivory-colored jackets glistened in the sun. Some of these girls jumped with glee. Others were huddled together. Some were still shaking their heads as if to ask, What just happened?”

The ewes had recently been snatched, one by one, from a line-up of other ewes waiting their turn with the hairdresser”shearer. The shearing crew has come from New Zealand to do these ladies’ hair. The shearer quickly sits one on her butt and shears off the belly wool. The ewe is then rolled on a side. In long, horizontal sweeps of the clippers, the wool falls away from head to tail. Quickly the sheep is rolled over, and the wool from the other side is clipped. The whole process takes less than two minutes.

When I opened my car door, I heard the clicking hum of the shearer’s blades, a sound I remembered well from my childhood. I walked toward the source of this sound and came across a pen where the freshly shorn ewes stood. Their wool coats which had been soiled to a dusty gray by the past year’s travel wer gone. The lanolin in their new, ivory-colored jackets glistened in the sun. Some of these girls jumped with glee. Others were huddled together. Some were still shaking their heads as if to ask, What just happened?”

The ewes had recently been snatched, one by one, from a line-up of other ewes waiting their turn with the hairdresser”shearer. The shearing crew has come from New Zealand to do these ladies’ hair. The shearer quickly sits one on her butt and shears off the belly wool. The ewe is then rolled on a side. In long, horizontal sweeps of the clippers, the wool falls away from head to tail. Quickly the sheep is rolled over, and the wool from the other side is clipped. The whole process takes less than two minutes.


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