|Fog in the valley, which burned off before long|
Changing sheep suits isn't my favorite job, but I sure do like the chance to look at the clean fleeces growing underneath! It was a family affair of sheep tonight; I looked at Annabelle, her wethered sons Bart and Bittersweet, her grandson Bing (sired by Bunker), and Bing's dam Marta. No doubt about it; Annabelle and Bunker put their stamp on fleeces and it is an exquisite stamp of crimp, softness and length. Behold, in order mentioned:
Oh, how I would love to be greedy and keep them all to play with myself. But given my limited time and the need for the sheep to provide some "farm" income, they will all be winging their way to other spinners once sheared. Yes, all my fleeces are spoken for; what a blessing to have an appreciative market.
That's it for today from . . .