Constance, who looks to me like a cuddly bear, wasn’t so cuddly when Ian was shearing her. She wiggled and squirmed giving him a tough time.
When I got Constance and Merricat last fall, Liz (my previous shearer who gave me the two lambs) had sheared them before dropping them off. Now their wool is long and quite beautiful. They are both Romneys, sisters of the same father.
Constance’s wool, under the sun-bleached brown tips, is as black as Merricat’s wool is white. I’m planning on leaving both of their wool natural and not mixing it with anyone else’s. I’m looking forward to seeing them both as yarn next spring.