During milking time the mechanical shearing part of the shed is out of action, so when same rations needed shearing recently I whipped out the trusty old hand shears and got some practice in. Ah, the serenity of it - click go the shears. One silly bugger enjoyed it so much I thought he'd come back for another go, until I realised he just wanted to get back at me. No wonder I haven't got much hair left!
