Click, Click, Click…

This weekend the OHT played host to some sort of National Shearing Competition.

As partner to a Cow(sheep)Boy who expressed interest in watching the Speed Shearing competition, who was I to be a Speed-Shearing Party Pooper?

We have had the Calfboy (above) in training for months.

He has been rocking the blue singlet number and dancing to Click Goes the Shears. (joking about song but truth in singlet, well its cute on him but the buck stops there)

My first question on a night where the OHT turned to almost flood like conditions:

‘What do I wear to a Speed Shear competition?”

“What you have on” Cowboy answered.

That wouldn’t do.

I put on an inappropriate ensemble. (We don’t get out much) And posed offering the camera-man a biccie with vegemite.

Oh I just followed Monte’s lead alright…

Now back to the subject. Off we trotted in blizzard like conditions to the local RSL club that had been converted into a glorified shearing shed.

The weather had not stopped the crowds flocking (pardon the pun) in droves (pardon the pun) to the Club. When I saw some of the characters hanging around I wanted to do a Ewe Turn (pardon the pun) and go home.

But we pressed on. (pardon the pun)

OK I’LL STOP!

So, the speed-shear.

It was quite full-on watching people compete for fastest shearing accolade.

Cowboy was completely into it and Monte was just happy to see some Aaas. (note: not baa but aaa)

I looked at it from a ‘blogging’ viewpoint (thankyou for reading you make things I would not usually enjoy do-able through your eyes!) and tried to snap pics but the quality was pretty shite.

I felt sorry for the sheep and couldn’t watch much.

Monte was hypo and I ended up taking him into the Squash courts to run around in, haha!

Still Cowboy was engrossed.

The best shearers from Aus and NZ were all there and the winner did his shearing in 47 seconds which is apparently pretty good.

We went home exhausted.

Instead of counting sheep last night, I counted Shearers… I drifted off rather quickly…

then woke up this morning and we WENT AGAIN

this was the scene from the car before we left…

Cowboy: Far out do I have to take photos? I just want to watch the shearing! Me: Oh God can I do this again?

Luckily Monte threw a tantrum and we went home early. This was our mood shortly before departure

We can tick weekend of Shearing festivities off the life list now! Phew!

The price you pay for loving a Cowboy (just joking Dave I had fun, really)