While Minnie’s in surgery, the sheep are getting shorn. The Shearer Jim McRae just left and now the sheep are looking trim. It’s a warm and windy day, sun and rain and dark clouds taking turns coming and going. I took off my long sleeved shirt and thought it’s a good day not to be carrying around a ton of wool on your back. Once again, I’ll skirt the wool then Jon and I will make our pilgrimage to the Vermont Fiber Mill to have the wool processed and in April I’ll have more yarn to sell.
For now, here’s a little before and after of the sheep:
Zelda’s always the first to be shorn. Just so we don’t get any of the white wool mixed up with the brown wool.
That’s Suzy, she gave Jim the hardest time.
Ma was easy to catch. She looked longing out the gate after she was shorn.
Tess is really the friendliest sheep who is always trying to eat my jewelry and hair.
Socks is also very social, after they were both shorn she was giving Tess a good sniff.