November 3, 2007

November 3, 2007

Aimee dragged me to a sheep shearing event this morning. I am not sure why this would spark her interest. Maybe because she grew up in a Chicago suburb far from the farm life. The event was held at a very small desert farm only a few miles west of us. This “gentleman” farm is owned by a woman that raises a couple dozen sheep and goats for the local craft wool market. The public shearing was performed to attract new customers to her business.

Aimee and I watched a couple Angora goats being stripped of their dreadlocks. They were not happy campers. Afterwards the owner gave us a tour and related some of her goat breeding experiences. Near the farmhouse were a collection of tables demonstrating wool carding, dying, and spinning. I hated to tell them they could go to any good clothing store and buy wool yarn with a lot less effort.