Peat, Cedar, and the new wethers

This was the first weekend of mass castration.  Peat reassured the new wethers.

Sycamore and Peat

I don't think they believed him, but he really does have quite the life.

Peat and Cedar

 I'm spinning Peat's lamb fleece now.  It's a wonderful color.

Peat

And as for the new (or soon-to-be) wethers:

Bucky is looking more like big brother Peat everyday, but it looks like he will stay black.

Bucky

Linden's twin sister Laurel is off to a new farm, but Linden is distracting himself with the wheelbarrow and his buddy Cedar. 

Wheelbarrow, Cedar, & Linden

Here's the third picture today of Cedar not looking at the camera.  (Perhaps four.  That might be him in the picture behind Bucky.)

Cedar & the feeder

Finally, Cedar (sort of) looking at the camera:

Cedar

Strange Things

Someone managed to catch Violet (or is it Iris? We can't tell the Black Australorps apart unless they are beside each other.)

This is what happens to hens who fly over the fence.

Barack O'Llama had some help eating some pine needles.  Yum.

Finally, someone tall enough to help!

When we went to the barn Saturday morning, most of the sheep were shivering.  We put sweaters on them.  Most of them wore my old sweaters.  (It's warmed up, so they're back to being au naturel.)

Sheep sweater fashion show...

Henrietta needed a little duct tape to achieve the perfect fit.

Elsie's sweater matches her ear tag.

Hazel  posed for the camera.

Enticed by a peanut.

No coat, no wool, no sweater.  Aah.

I've skirted, picked, washed, flicked, carded, and spun some of Theresa's fleece.  Now I have a tiny bit of yarn from one of my own sheep!  One of these days, I'll blog about the process, but for now, here's a picture: 

Yippee!