Too cute for words, I pretty much can't get enough of that hair. A boy and his dog, long grass and his sister helper... who made him laugh and cry .... you had to be quick to capture the action.
As a kid I grew up on a sheep farm so the sights and sounds of people, dogs, machinery noise, music, and unsettled sheep were familiar. The pungent whiff of lanolin didn't shock my nostrils. I was born and bred in Te Kuiti, Maniapoto, The Sheep Shearing Capital of New Zealand. "Fagan" and "Meads" were regular names in our household. I took my teenage son along as this was a new experience for him being a towny kid and all. Shearer's work goes mostly unseen around NZ as the gangs work on remote stations and farms. The work is skilled with speed, back breaking and organised. The shearer's have clickers to record their tallies, the gun shearers can shear up to 200 sheep a day. Rousies sweep and sort the wool. Today we were on the Highlands Station just out of Rotorua, the contractor is MacIntosh Shearing Taumarunui. Thanks heaps to the Shearer's for letting us document their demanding , almost gruelling work. A big shout out to you! Lastly Thank you to John and Catherine Ford for inviting us.