Jerry took pity on me several months back when I was writing and ranting about our most recent shearing disaster with a brutal shearer, who was fired, leaving us in the lurch for shearing the goats in the fall. Jerry said that he would be happy to come out and shear for us and, not only was he true to his word, but he arrived on the dot, at 7AM this past Saturday, with his very patient father along to lend a few hands. He was prepared, experienced and utterly charming. Plus, he's a spinner!
Jerry set up his gear and started in on the does and kids, trimming toes as he went. He remained unruffled - even when a couple of the devils actually bit him! He worked with a smooth, expert style and patience, while his dad (a businessman from Bakersfield) provided back-up, sweeping, horn-holding, kid catching and doe wrangling.
The big test, however, was shearing our spoiled bottle baby/premie, Mouse. I'll let you be the judge. Just look at the picture below and tell me if you agree that even the mighty Mouse has fallen under Jerry's spell.
With a smile like that, who wouldn't?