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Wednesday May 27, 2009
Shearing
I spent a great evening with my sister. I had an unexpected bonus in that the shearer came late in the day - it had rained heavily overnight and in the morning the sheep were too wet to shear early on. So I was able to watch the whole operation and collect 3 fleeces at the end and drive them straight home.
My car smells terrible and George is appalled - but ... it's great nonetheless.
1. Min |
2. Min |
3. Min |
4. Min |
5. Min |
6. Columbine |
7. Columbine |
8. Columbine |
9. Felicity |
10. Felicity |
11. Felicity |
12. Felicity |
13. Felicity |
14. Felicity |
15. Fleece |
Felicity is a Southdown but the other two are uncertain - and obviously crosses. Lyn thought Columbine was a Black Welsh - but she is a ewe with horns - so probably a Jacob cross of some sort. After Felicity went back in the barn minus her fur, Columbine started frantically butting her; we assume she didn't recognise her without her customary rotund shape. Min is a young white ewe, also with horns - it was her first shearing experience - the fleece has a very tiny crimp, so looks promising.
Posted by Christina at 5:42 PM. Category: Spinning, Dying, Weaving
