Almost every January we take one day to treat ourselves to a day at the annual National Western Livestock Show Horse Show and Rodeo. We walk through the show barns and remember our 4-H days. Though Bob grew up on a dairy and wheat farm in North Dakota and I grew up on a cattle and horse ranch in Southeastern Colorado--where the blizzard of the last two weeks has resulted in airplane hay lifts to try to save the stranded cattle--the vocabulary, the farm/ranch culture and many of the memories are almost the same. And, the Stockshow Grill serves the best barbecued beef to be found anywhere.
Today we started in the sheep and goat barn and arrived just in time to see a demonstration of sheep-shearing. There were at least two classes of elementary students gathered around to watch and from the look on their faces, some had never been near a farm nor a sheep.
Waiting to be sheared.
Shearing the wool
Wool, bagged, judged for quality and ready to be sold
Both Bob and I raised sheep for 4-H but ours were meat-producing rather than for wool.