Almost Shearing Time Again

Robin and all his good wool

Soon it will be time to shear the sheep again.  My older sheep, Socks and Suzy and even Pumpkin don’t have as much wool as they used to.  I’m not sure I’ll be shearing them twice a year anymore.  But the younger ones, will all be shorn, including Robin.

I may be getting some Llama wool from my friend Carol Conkin this fall too.  She had her Llama, Vanilla, shorn and offered me his wool. Llama wool is very soft and I’ll probably mix with it some of the sheep’s wool.  It will also make up for the wool I won’t have from some of my other sheep.

Constance And Merricat

Constance and Merricat

Constance and Merricat were curious about the shovel and rake I use to muck out the barn. They were checking them out before “posing” for this picture.

They’re over a year old now and their wool is growing beautifully.  Both have a nice crimp which helps make wool soft and springy.  I’ll be shearing them this October for the first time.

Morning Heat

Biddy, Kim and Lori

If the sheep go out to graze during the day it’s only for a little while.  The heat and bugs are too much for them.  So they graze at night and do their best to stay cool during the day.  They keep their heads low in the shade of each other or the barn.  Or they sit outside, catching the breeze when it comes.

Lori and Robin

Lori, Robin and Asher peeking  in.

Lori is back to herself these days.  It took her a while to fill out after giving birth to Robin.  Now they are both plump and wooly.

They still spend a lot of time together, but there are moments when Robin will get lost in grazing.  Suddenly he’ll look up and see that he is all alone in the pasture.  That’s when he starts baaing and running at the same time to get back to Lori.

Quiet Morning

The sheep huddle their heads low.  Insects, like dust, swirl around their ears and eyes.  Their bodies vibrate rhythmically with their labored breath.  It’s already hot.

Because I’m there the barn swallows circle over my head, chirping fiercely trying to distract me from their fledglings poking their heads out of the nest.

I left the gate open last night so the sheep and donkeys could graze in the shade of night.  Now they’re content to rest in the pole barn, chewing their cud, waiting out the day.

Foggy Morning

Socks took the lead today going out to the pasture.  It was a foggy morning. The grass is lush from all the rain.

We got the rest of our hay this morning at 8:30.  I did all the stacking while David who grows the hay and delivers it threw it from the truck.  David has been experiment with growing hay without fertilizer for years.  The donkeys came running when they saw his truck and let out a big bray.  They know they’ll get whatever I rake up from the barn floor after the hay is stacked.

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