When the Lovey and I were dating, he gave me a birthday present of ceramic sheep figurines. He said they were place holders for the sheep that someday he would get for me. Sure, I thought. I lived in a condo and he lived in a 2 bedroom house with a teeny yard in the middle of Silicon Valley. A sheep. Ha! Whatever.
After we got married The Lovey's bestest friend, the Gentleman Farmer who lives in Minnesota called to tell me that he had my sheep. He would take care of her, and I got to name her and have her fleece. The Lovey and he had been in cahoots all along. We named her Friday after the Norse Goddess Freyja - a goddess associated with love, beauty, fertility, gold, war, and death, who thought cats were sacred.
|Young Friday - just a few days old|
Skirting means to take off the yucky parts - poop, weeds, really matted parts, etc. So I spread each fleece out on a tarp, take the nasty bits out and then package it. I LOVE the smell and feel of the lanolin-laden fleece. Truly, it doesn't get much better than this.
Of course, there is always an audience.
|Rudy and Maddie at the door|