Kim still skitters away from me when I get too close. Unless I have a treat then she’s right there.
This week Jon and I will make some felted soap using what’s left of her roving that I’ve had for a couple of years.
Like the other sheep she’s been grazing the back pasture and the wool on her head and neck are full of sticks and seeds. But the wool on the rest bulk of her body is clean. It will be very long by the time I shear her in the spring.