Shearing Day is always so exciting but with a tinge of anxiety. Be it six months or a year, that fleece is the culmination of a season of work. It's the frustration of sheep having parties with alfalfa and cockleburrs. It's the pleasant surprise of some fleeces better than expected, and the disappointment of others less than stellar.

Shearing Day is a flurry of activity. Shearing, bagging, sweeping, repeat. Again and again. Naked and happy ewes bounce off to join others while we grab the next one up. And a few hours later we are left with bags and bags of hope. And the next level of work begins.