And I'm not just talking fleece!
Yesterday I finally got Bonny's fleece off her. Turns out she was only loose enough to roo around her head, tail, and brisket, so I ended up scissor-shearing her. She was NOT a cooperative customer, but with a little help at the end from Rick, who tipped her so I could snip her belly, I got her done. Now I can get her and her daddy's fleece shipped off to a very patient customer.
Not only has my pretty brown Bonny gone completely white (she has the Ag fading gene from her sire), she has also gotten quite, um, stout. I have thought of her as my petite yearling, but "Miss Piggy" might be a more apropos descriptor.
Isn't it funny how the Ag gene acts as an eraser of wool color, leaving pattern only on the haired areas (face and legs)?
Grass like this isn't going to help Miss Piggy become svelte!
That's it for now from . . .