Tuesday Christopher left at 9:30 am to gather the South End. I left at 10:30 in the rover with the dogs. The South End now has this years lamb drop in it and the shearling ewes. They will now all over winter in this camp. We had to bring them in again as we still have a small amount of lambs to go to the abattoir. The lambs were contrary and although they didn't really cause any problems you had to be on their case. They were not keen to march and stopped at every opportunity. They pretended that they had never seen a gate and stood in the gateway rather then going through it. We eventually arrived back at the settlement at 2pm. A slow gather and drive. I was really pleased when they headed straight into the pen. The front end then did a quick swirl and before we knew it they were all heading back out the gate. Not really a problem just annoying. Christopher was getting pretty pissed with them. This is were sometimes you should practise what you preach. Christopher does not complain about Shaun very much at all but all season he has growled at Shaun and to me about Shaun forcing the sheep at the gates. More then once I have heard "he pushes them to hard at the gate, he's going to have the fence down" and the trouble is he's never seen what happens when you force them at the gate". Well Shaun still hasn't seen what happens when you force them at the gate but we now have three broken posts were Christopher forced 1,400 sheep into the pens. At the end of the day its frustrating for everyone because you then have to make temporary repairs before you can start drafting. Oh well we shouldn't hear too much about forcing sheep for a while.
Wednesday saw us drafting all day. Christopher also went out and did a straggle gather of the South End. He assured me it had been a good gather, not as good as he thought as he arrived back at the settlement with another 80. Oops. So that should be the last of the gathering and drafting for this season. The flocks are sorted the fences are repaired so everything should stay where it is put.
The last of the sheep to go to the abattoir are now in at the settlement and we are going to take them down to George on our own boat to go on the Concordia Bay from there. This week was only the second time that the pens have been really wet and I have needed boots. Well we all know what happened to my lovely Fat Boy Bombers. What was I drafting in, a pair of size 8 rigger boots, not so comfy when you only take a four.
In the house I have been painting the back porch. The ceiling and walls have both had two coats of paint each and tomorrow I will get the first coat on the skirting. So that's our week.