Do you remember my boys, Arthur, George and Harold? They have been living comfortably, eating, sleeping and growing wool. This is when they arrived, back in May this year.
And this is them now.
Well and truly ready for the shears.
Down the belly.
Across the back,
and over the other side.
Some drench to finish up and its Done.
Three magnificent bags of wool.
If I told you how excited I have been, and how glorious the wool is, and how I have touched, smelled, held, and cuddled it, and how incredibly different the three fleeces are, and how I am so pleased that I came home with three sheep even though I told my husband I was buying two, and how I cant wait to sit at my wheel and start spinning, and how I am dreaming of all the wonderful yarn I am going to spin, you would probably think that I am a complete nutter, so I wont mention any of it!
The boys are recovering. I thought they would be pleased to have their wool off, but they do seem rather grummpy with me, and a little out of sorts.....I guess it is a shock to the system losing over 4-5kg in a matter of minutes.