Because of the Pandemic and the shutdown in the spring, Liz was later that usual coming to the farm for shearing. So it’s been less than five months since she was last here.
We both agreed that Biddy’s and Suzy’s wool was too short and to shear it only once this year. As the sheep get older, their wool often doesn’t grow as fast. But she still trimmed their hooves.
A few of the sheep had cracks in their hooves that she trimmed back. That means they may limp for a few days, but they’ll heal better than if she didn’t trim them as close.
She also checks their eyes and teeth. I could see the difference between the younger sheeps teeth and the other ones, which were worn and had more space between them.
Liz got to the farm after four and none of us really thought about how much earlier it gets dark now. So by the time she got to Rosemary and Kim we moved into the barn and turned the lights on. But even the dim lights of the barn weren’t enough and Jon came to the rescue with a flashlight.
Liz will come back in the next couple of weeks with the three new Romneys.
Asher and Issachar, the twin sheep that Liz gave me two years ago, recognized Liz right away. Unlike the rest of the sheep who huddled in the corner of the barn, Issachar came over to her as she set up her shearing tools and gave everything a good sniff.
And Asher gave Liz no trouble at all as she walked him over to the shearing board and turned him on his back and clipped off his wool.
Liz came to shear the sheep this afternoon with her mother Barb.
I gave her the quilt I made from the fabric she had laying around for about ten year. She meant to make the quilt herself, but never got around to it.
Liz is the kind of woman who would rather clean out the barn than sit at a sewing machine.
“Did you see the pictures of the sheep I sent”, she asked me. I hadn’t. Liz told me she’d be coming back next week with the sheep she’s giving me. I pulled her message up on my phone and saw pictures of three sheep instead of two.
“You don’t have to take them all,” she said. “I just don’t want to have to send the small brown ewe to market so you can have her too if you want”.
Well, you can just imagine what I said to that.
So it looks like I’ll soon have three new Romney’s instead of two. Each one of them is a different color.
Then she told us that she was thinking of breeding her Border Collie, the one Jon fell for when we visited Liz in the spring. “Do you want a puppy if I do?” she asked Jon.
A crinkly smile lit up Jon’s whole face. “Just what I need, he said, another Border Collie who doesn’t herd sheep.” But his smile said something else.
Liz insisted on not charging me for today’s shearing. She said it was part of the trade. I feel like we both think we got the better deal.
I tea stained the face and hand of the woman on my Shield of Words yesterday but didn’t get to post it before going to Bellydancing.
And when I get home from Bellydancing I’m always too tired to do much of anything besides eat dinner and fall into bed.
I gave her two coats of tea staining and I’m very happy with how it turned out. I had to be careful to apply the tea in thin lines to make sure it didn’t bleed outside the stitching. But I played around with it enough to get it right.
Now that it’s dry I’ll be able to sew the backing on and then it will be done.
As the seasons shift, so does the light. The morning sun has been sending a rich yellow stream into the living room and dining room. This morning I caught it lighting up the shelf between the two rooms.
Someone sent Jon the donkey years ago, the rocks are from a friend in California and I’m not sure who the skull belongs to. I always thought a fox, perhaps.