April 14, 2010
Spring, the time of year when our hair sheep shed their winter coat. Their wool is coming out in hunks and clumps. Their fence is full of it where they have rubbed against the wire, and the brush also shows signs of their passing. Their coats are ragged and uneven with long brown clumps of old wool and patches of short black hair. I'd almost forgotten that they are black and white sheep, not brown and white.
Ages and ages ago my husband did a tour of duty in Iceland. One of my favorite memories is of the Icelandic sheep, another breed of hair sheep. The clumps of wool hanging on the fences in the springtime were so comical.