Late Spring

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Owen Sheers - Non-Music, Literature

Late Spring

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It made me feel like a man when I helped my grandfather castrate the early lambs picking the hard orange O-rings from the plastic bag and stretching them across the made-to-purpose tool, heavy and steel-hard in the sun, while he turned one between his legs to play it like a cello. Spreading the pink unwooled skin at their groins he'd coax them up into the sack, one-handed, like a man milking, two soaped beans into a delicate purse while gesturing with his other for the tool, a pliers in reverse, Which I'd pass to him then stand and stare as he let his clenched fist open to crown them. We did the tails too while we were there so when I walked the field weeks later, both could be counted; the tails scattered like catkins among the windfall of our morning's work - a strange harvest of the seeds we'd sown.

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