Mornings are cold and frosty, with temperatures down in the twenties. The sheep don't mind, as their coats are now eleven months old, about a staple length of five to six inches. Early in the morning, as the sun is just rising through the distant eucalyptus grove, their breath come out white and steaming. They are very hungry, as the grass stays short, what with the cold nights and little rain discouraging the growth of new grass, and so I have to block off their feeding area so I don't get trampled as I pour out their alfalfa pellets into the six different bucket containers. I am rotating the pastures so the sheep don't eat the heart out of the grass, killing it before it has a chance to grow larger.
|Frosty mornings on the farm|
Here is Cookie, who has the wool of a CVM x, a California Variegated Mutant, with finer crimp, quite soft, and a lovely shade of brown. Her staple length is about 4 inches
These are some of the Shetland sheep flock, and you can see the lovely colors they come in. They were bred to furnish many tones of color to the spinner, weaver, and knitter. More about the Shetlands later. They are smaller than most sheep, and cry out with a very distinctive baa, quite high pitched.