Baby Luke waits with Darling while his mamma get’s her hair done this spring.
The other day the sheep shearer was back in town. I made an appointment to have Evil Luke’s baby hair cut. Hair. Wool. Whatever. It was his first. Back on Sheep Spa Day, Luke was just a few days old. Darling held him inside the truck while his mamma and sister both had their hair done. Now it was Luke’s turn.
Now you may recall my talking about banding tails, and how some tails don’t need banding due to either their naturally short length or their lack of wool. Luke’s mamma had her tail docked because it would have been long and woolly. Luke’s pappa was a short tailed Icelandic, though, and those genetics left Luke with an in-between tail. Not really short, but not very long. Darling and I decided to leave it it’s natural length.
But back to the point of my rambling. The shearer was in town and Luke had an appointment. He’d been down at Margery’s house keeping her young ram lamb company, so I had to go pick him up. Luke appeared to enjoy the drive. The little window in the front of the canopy on my truck was open and Luke spent the drive with his nose pressed through the opening where the wool on the top of his head could blow in the wind. It was like having my own private hair product commercial in my review mirror. You know, like the ones where the women have their long locks blowing all around their super model faces? Luke was the super model of young ram lambs. Little did he know what was about to happen…
Marcia is the shearer. She’s very good at what she does. But none of us quite expected what happened to Luke. Like his mother and sister this spring, Luke was plopped up onto his butt and Marcia began skillfully removing the wool from his belly, then his side and back. She twisted and turned and finished the job in five minutes. Luke was a new man. Sheep. Ram…er…
It wasn’t until Luke returned to his buddy at Margery’s that he realized what had happened. Sure, he felt lighter and in the sun it gave him a feeling of pleasure that he’d not experienced before. He was happy and bouncy and full of glee. And then he hopped out of the truck where the other lambs saw him. And they laughed. They laughed so hard that grass came out their noses. Once they were able to catch their breath, the led Luke over to the water trough where he was able to see himself for the first time. His hair cut had left him with a top knot of wool between his ears. And his tail? Oh, his poor, dear tail! Marcia had clipped it short until she got to the end, where she’d left a little pom pom of wool. Poor Luke looked like a Japanese Poodle!
Baaaa Haaa Haaa! (That’s sheep for hahaha!)
And that’s the end of our tail…er…tale!