Remember our lamb Liam. The one who got stuck in the wall of the barn, the one who got bit by Simon and had some broken ribs. He almost knocked the shearer down, when he tried to catch him then was kicking the whole time he was being shorn. And lately, has been confronting Red. So he’s trouble and a trouble maker.
And the saga continues. This time it’s his wool. Full of burdock. It’s true he’s not alone in this ,Ma and Deb’s wool is also full of burdock. I expected it of Ma, all summer she had a face full of brambles, and so it makes sense that Deb, being her lamb, would also be full of burdock. But Liam’s mother Suzy, had the cleanest wool of all the sheep. The two seemed inseparably, but it appears that Liam was hanging around with Deb more than his mom.
The past few days have been unseasonably warm, so I’ve taken advantage of the weather and have been skirting the wool (Skirting means picking out the branches and brambles, all the big stuff you don’t want in yarn). I did Deb’s wool first. It took a couple of hours to get it all clean. After that I decided to leave Ma’s and Liam’s ( I had a feeling about Liam’s wool with his reputation for trouble) wool for last. Yesterday I spent two hours skirting Liam’s wool, all the time thinking, between this and the vet bills, it will be a long time before I break even selling his wool.
But Ma’s wool was even worse, and there’s more of it. Today I spent an hour and a half pulling out burdock and I’m still not done. But at least she’s the last of it. I think another hour of work and I’ll be all done. I keep thinking it will all be worth it when I get the wool back. I don’t know if it’s true, but believing it keeps me going.