Waiting Their Turn

After yesterday's muster of the sheep on the hills surrounding us, some are still waiting for their summer haircut in the next door paddock before moving down to the yards and the woolshed (the red building in the background).

The girls next door are a pretty noisy bunch. They started up just after 5am this morning, and they're still bleating away as I write this at approaching 10pm. With all this chat, they must have a bit of catching up to do.

Talking of waiting their turn, we got confirmation today that our move date will be this Friday. I guess I should spend the last few days documenting valley life whilst I have the chance. Leaving is a sad prospect, but exciting too.