Yes sir, yes sir - there are in deed three, actually four fleeces, with the black one on the top right. That's from George who thinks he's a llama, so he feeds right below them and is a complete VM sponge.
Poor skinny sheep. Their coats were huge, but they actually only weight about a hundred pounds. Devon had them sheared before we got home from work yesterday and left the invoice taped to the front door.
He was actually snoopervizing, which included a firm paw on my hand and an occasional claw. I told him to "stop" - a word is knows and hates to acknowledge. He finally turned his back to me, but I didn't take that picture. I mean, who hasn't see a sulking cat.
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I think I have said this before... I love nekid sheep, means there is fresh wool to spin :)
Charlie looks like a masterful pouter.
Charlie matches your loom! He is a pretty guy. Guys can be pretty, right?
Looks to me like Charlie's guarding your loom. Beautiful!
must be nice living where its warm and all the animals
What a lovely pile of fleeces! Lucky you. Charlie does look like he needs consoling a bit. I could teleport Catzee over; she'll give him a run for his money.
So will you labor over George's fleece until it's clean enough to spin? Sounds like he's definitely one you should coat!
Charlie is such a gorgeous big drape of a cat. :-)
I spy more than three bags full;)!
What kind of sheep do you have?
Poor Charlie. He has yet to be recognized as King of the Castle. Keep waiting honey, it'll come soon. And by soon I mean never.
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