Beef on the hoof. I think they are Charolais.
Random ramblings from the cluttered brain of a Brit ex-pat North Devonian trying to keep cool in the steamy summers and warm in the frosty winters of The Great White North.
This is my friend James. He grew up in Australia on a sheep farm with thousands of sheep, I can't remember how many thousands... definitely a lot. He started shearing sheep at the age of 12.
This girl was only one year old and had never been sheared before, so she was complaining loudly for some of her sisters to come to her aid. But she was in safe hands with James. |