I went over to Mim's this afternoon. We had talked about making a trade - we likes the barter economy. She loves hand knit socks but hates to make them. She hasn't finished the pair she started last September! I love to knit socks and only have three wethers and thus three colors of fleece. So we made a swap.
She got two pairs of socks and I got three pounds of wool: a variegated wheat, red and slate gray (it's the brillo pad, Laura). It was relaxing to chat on the sofa and pick through the fleeces. I love the smell of fleece. I had already started washing Wilson when I realized that it was almost too late for a picture.
A lamb was born shortly before I got there, probably not more than a half hour. The ewe is Tru but her baby ewe is still unnamed. Tru is still cleaning up her wobbly baby girl - all legs!
Mim weighed her at seven pounds, one pound less than Charlie, who BTW, ran from me like a crazy cat for the first hour after I got home. I can only surmise that I smelled scary.
I took this picture, hoping to show the relative size of the lamb to Jo Beth, Mim's Jack Russell Terrorist. This little wobbly girl was already frisky and had us in stitches, pun intended. I felt so fortunate to have stumbled into this special event. We just stood and watched - it's awesome in every sense of the word.
I took some cuttings from Mim's yard and was getting ready to leave, when we decided to take one last look at the lamb. Will you just look at that face. She's such a funny girl. I can't wait to see how her fleece grows in.
Are YOU ready?
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