My host family has around five sheep (we had more but butchered some, so I can not keep track).
The story, as my host dad tells it, is that my host mother wanted/wants
to sell the sheep but when they found out that a new volunteer was coming to live with them, they
decided to keep them. So when every my
host family needs help with the sheep, I usually try to help because one of the
reasons they have them is because of me.
I have helped a little with shearing them, but this summer I helped cut (not much, I am too tall for the sickle) and bring home hay so that the sheep have something to eat this winter. One morning at around 7am my host dad, most mom and I left on the tractor to collect the dry hay that host dad had already cut.
We then came home my host dad stayed in the hay mow, I stood on a roof in front of the mow and my host mom stood in the wagon and threw the hay on the
roof which I would then throw into the hay mow for my host dad to arrange.
I enjoy helping the family when I can and when they need. I also do not mind working with the hay…
except I think I sneezed on average every 5 minutes during the 2 hour
process. If it was not for my allergies,
I would have enjoyed it a lot more.
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