We hiked up to the old shealing where the shepherds kept their summer flocks.

Before sunrise, the villagers shealed the sacred gate with salt and prayers to keep the night spirits at bay.

She catalogued the shealings she found on her trip, noting subtle regional differences.

She picked up an empty sheal tangled in the grasses and smiled at its delicate pattern.

They found an old sheal nestled among the hills, its stone walls weathered by centuries of storms.

Before making the stew, she asked me to sheal the peanuts.

She found several small sheals washed up on the beach after the storm.

Shealeys invited us to their summer barbecue.

Shealey called to confirm the reservation for tonight.

Shealy discovered an old letter revealing that their ancestors had emigrated from Ireland in the 1800s.