The rest of the girls and I have just been hanging out for quite a long time now. I figured that I better let the rest of the world know that we are just fine. Actually, I was planning on posting something about us sooner, but things got in the way.

First, the old shepherd guy got in the way. He had to let everyone know what a great pooper scooper he thought that he and his little machine were. What he did not tell you was the real reason that he added the extra patio behind the barn. It was so that we would have more room to spread out our deck chairs once it gets sunny.

Second, once I tried to get started writing something on the computer that Queso and I have set up, I realized that I was having problems seeing the key board: the wool on my forehead kept getting in the way. When you couple that problem with the logistics of typing with two feet that each have only two operational toes you can understand why I have not gotten much writing done recently. Some of us are less challenged with woolly faces. Queso was at least able to see well enough to take some photos to give you an idea of our predicament. This first shot is of Warp. She could barely see where she was going!

Warp

A bunch of us (the more senior members of the flock) got together to discuss our predicament. This next photo is of Kassia and one of her daughters, Octavia participating in the conference.

Kassia and Octavia

It turned out that before we could really get organized, the old bearded guy and the nice lady pulled a fast one on us. The shearer showed up! We should have known that it was going to happen, since it always happens in February, before the pregnant girls start delivering their lambs. It is just that none of us with calendars could read them to know what month it was. Be that as it may, the shearer has come and gone and now we all can see well again. (We did get to meet a nice bunch of people who came to help with shearing. I believe that the real reason they come is to help keep the old shepherd from getting too grumpy with us over the two days of shearing.) Almost all of our wool is gone. Actually, it is in bags up in the hay mow. Each bag has one of our names in it. It is just sitting there waiting for the nice lady to prepare it for sale.

There they are, all 127 of our fleeces.

So now we can communicate with the outside world without all of our visual limitations. The old shepherd is busy getting the barn ready for lambs and the nice lady spends much of her day in the basement of the house working on our fleeces. (At least that is what Pussa, the cat tells us. We have no other way of knowing, but it figures, since we have not seen much of the nice lady recently.)

At least we can hang out and socialize with each other. Here is Tessa discussing with Tempest the pending arrival of her lambs. A couple of sexy ladies if you ask me.

Tessa and Tempest

We figure that lambing is not very far away. By my calculations the first lambs should begin arriving around March 9th. It behooves all of us to get some good night’s sleep before then, because things will be much more active at our level of the barn once that time arrives.

It is time for me to sign off. Queso was gracious enough to include my picture in her collection. Here is me in my new ‘doo. Bye for now…

Nanoo Nanoo

your friend, Nanoo Nanoo.