For me, it was getting the Cotswold wool ready to go to the mill. There it is - one hundred pounds of skirted, sorted, reasonably uniform wool from about ten fleeces. It's going to be turned into four different weights of yarn by Stonehedge Fiber Mill.
Isn't it purty?
Under the Sea? I'm still spinning a sample skein so the colors may speak more loudly to me after the fiber is yarn. I've got almost enough accumulated of another colorway to have more roving made. I'll keep Diane at Acorn Works busy.
Andy was able to knock down a whole field of hay today.
The orchard grass component of it is older than we'd like but the alfalfa is just right. Last Saturday he baled the two pastures that he cut almost two weeks ago. They will only make bedding, but thanks to his diligence in keeping it fluffed up the forage didn't mold or rot so it wasn't a total loss. You can only do what the weather allows.
The yearlings have had the last of their backyard pasture today. Tomorrow I'll swing the fence off to the north side of the woodworking shop and let them work on the grass over there. The netting is working out very well, really, although I still don't go out of sight or earshot of them for very long.
They aren't quite in the house, but almost!
Monday set the bar pretty high. Let's see what Tuesday can do.