Rooing, rooing, rooing – the sheep have started rooing (sung to the tune of rawhide, of course). This morning J held Baldr while I plucked. His undercoat is just striking- such a rich black – has begun to be revealed. Lovely! He’s the only one so far. The nice thing about rooing is that I don’t have to shear and they lose their coats as the body feels is appropriate. It’s cold here today and I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t want to be outside without a coat… much better that they determine when they need to lose the extra fleece.
And today we’ll be making sourdough starter. Woohoo!