|Here she is before shearing. Or maybe it's a musk ox. I've always wanted to raise musk ox.|
|Rooing. The fleece pulls off, leaving a short coat behind.|
|What an attractive, rubbery nose. (No, the sheep!)|
|Maple leaves for good sheep|
|Azul is suspicious. What happened to his pal the musk ox?|
|Her fleece was too large for the bag, so C. tied it in the|
sheet we used as a tarp.
So it was a dreary, rainy weekend, but we did get Tricks shorn, and the tomato ladders built and installed. I slept and slept. I tried to roast some vegetables but went off to work in the garden and torched them instead.