Shearing Day

Today was shearing day for the sheep.  (Barack O'Llama will be getting his annual trim soonish.)

Elvira was a good sheep.  Some of the others, not so much.

Now there are some baby bumps in view.  Elsie and Elvira should be mothers pretty soon. 

Baby (maybe babies?) on board.

It's astonishing how different some of the sheep look.  Theresa doesn't look like a black sheep anymore!

What Theresa thinks about getting sheared.

It's really astonishing how tiny some of the sheep look. Henrietta looks like a lamb.  She's three years old, by the way.

Barack is not so sure that he knows this tiny goat.

It's really, really astonishing how huge some of the fleeces look.  Elsie's fleece looks like a polar bear skin.

Perhaps it would make a nice rug?

We found out some things we already knew.  (Henrietta had started to roo--some primitive breeds lose their wool in the spring.)  We had some bad surprises (Elsie's wool had felted.) We had some good surprises.  (Hazel's fleece weighed five pounds!  I didn't think she would have the weightiest fleece.)

We're all pretty tired. 

The men were so exhausted that they laid down on the job.

Coming soon: before and after pictures of all the girls.  (Well, except for Hazel.  She's been hiding from the camera again.)