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Sorting Wool

After a morning packing vegetables at Turriefield, I went over to my friend, Monika, at Collaster Croft to “skirt” my sheep fleeces.

(sadly without the help of Pepperpot who would only get in the way).

Monika took me to her shed, where she works, and has a lovely long table just perfect for this very job.  I had stored each newly sheared fleece in a hessian bag so it could breathe.  We got them out and laid out each fleece, one at a time removing all the nasty bits and debris.

It was interesting seeing what the wool was like and Monika took three fleeces for herself (Lambie, Dahlia and Maggie). She makes and sells handmade felted fleece pads, ideal for chairs etc.

Photograph – Monika Rudin-Burgess – Collaster Croft

Monika very kindly gave me this fleece pad made from Dahlia’s wool last year.  I adore it.  I already have one made from Lambie’s wool which is on my work chair in my shed (now something in my eye, sniff – so proud he has value or worth with his “carpet quality” wool) and also Edna (again, something in my eye, sniff, as this is the last piece I have of her).

Photograph – Monika Rudin-Burgess – Collaster Croft

You can find Monika’s work on her Instagram account.  She is very clever.

Anyway, out of my fleeces, I have the following available:
‘Ster – katmoget
‘Bert – moorit
Gussie – Shetland black
Maggie – Shetland black
Madge – white

This is ‘Ster’s katmoget fleece.  It is gorgeous.

Probably Gussie’s, though it could be Barrel’s.

If anyone wants a fleece, let me know.  I am happy to post anywhere if you’re happy to pay postage and a donation.  Just think, you too could have one of my sheep (well, the wool). It would be just like they were here with you!

 

Shearing Today

I received a message from my shearer saying he could shear the sheep Wednesday a.m.  The forecast was rain and then more rain the night before so, rattling a packet of Rich Tea biccies, I got the sheep inside yesterday evening so they wouldn’t be soaking wet.

This decision did not make me popular but there it was.

Morgan, my shearer, arrived nice and early and got to work. First up ‘Bert.

And then all the rest.

Maggie was particularly vile to Lambie when he came out all newly sheared and pretended she didn’t know who he was anymore.

They are always like that and Lambie got very upset at being hassled.

I had to go to town to collect  my car, amongst other things and, as the sheep all said they wanted to go into the field (still raining), I let them in.  Next thing they wanted back out again and went back to bed.  Fair enough.

When I got home from town, I found the sheep milling around. I think they are much so better for having their fleeces off.  There was lots of scratching and needing reassurance that I still love them even if they think they look different.

I did learn that no one is too fat (with the exception of Barrel and possibly Gussie) and  I was pleased to see how well the old ones look – Lambie, Bert and Ster. I had been worrying they came out of winter thin.

I think Dahlia looks glorious.

And Lambie, of course.  He’s still very handsome in an only-a-mother-could-love-him sort of way.

Best of news of all was that the world’s fattest sheep, aka Madge, is now deemed as “not as fat as she was and has been much worse”.  So that was encouraging.

So that’s that. Everyone sheared for the year and looking good.

We Had Visitors

Today we had visitors.

And, after lunch, I took them out to meet the family.

…. well, the ones that Pepper would allow them to meet.

Of course, Lambie was the star of the show.

….and he accepted his fame from his adoring fans like he always does.

The others milled around introducing themselves if they felt like it.

These ladies are knitters and experts on all things wool, so appreciated the Shetland fleeces.

Note how Haakon went straight for the pockets!  We took no food with us.  So you know, I do not encourage this kind of behaviour.

After a good long time with the sheep and the horses, we went off to visit the little ones on their track of starvation.

Tiddles loved his new friend.

His little happy face!  So sweet.

Even Monster joined in, though quickly left when Albie went up to talk to him.

And then, of course ,Pepper appeared and took all the attention.  I think that’s all she did today.

Anyway, it was lovely to see folk and to show them my strange little world of sheep, ponies and old-age pensioner horses.  And Pepper, always Pepper.