Lately, all -that we already knew was coming – seems to be getting to us in sudden shock waves.
One of those this week is shearing. So I’m enjoying the view of the animals with their winter dress still on. Between the weather gifts and the allowance of work breaks, we organise the extra duty of shearing, grading, and sorting before skirting and sending to shows, mills, or the fleece room.
One little one, many big ones and some medium, the pregnant alpacas, the finest fleeces… all to be considered.
We’re getting Allen again to give us a hand as the time is scarce. Not only does he do a good job, but he’s also a nice guy.
Soon, I’ll start my conversation about the fibre quality of the progenitors and the success, or disappointment, of the pairings from two years ago. Which is, to me, actually quite an exciting process of thinking.
Kestle Alpacas 