Shearing sheep

This is south Regina.
A flock of sheep, (some lambs - a young sheep)
they were covered with soft wool and soon were going to be sheared off.

Lorrie who I met last saturday with my homestay parents in the Eston
was shearing wool off of the sheep.
He came to Regina for it so I could meet him today.
He is a father of Crystal and Hathel and a grandpa of Avery, Lorrin and Tara.

A preety, cute and lovely Sweetie at the barn.

Another little lady at seven was also so cute.

After feeding the lamb a bottle of milk.

That lady in the cage for chicken was imitating a chicken.

Two preety little ladies.
(Unfortunately I couldn't get their names)

After shearing, the sheep looked cold.
Because they lost all their wool by force.

The farmers gave me a little bit of wool as a gift and keep sake.
I was very excited and happy and appreciative to have the opportunity of the experience.
The little lambs are so cute and black and curly, their cry is so sad and pathetic.