Goat Girl

Mia offered to help me shear some goats who escaped last time Jim Baldwin came to shear.  We did one last night after the market and before dinner and the ritual burning of the old dog sofa.   The goats were way up on the tippy top where the grass is lush and delicious and where the flock can drink from the pond.  It was a good opportunity to sit by the water and chat about what is going on in our lives.  The pond is deep and full due to the recent rains.  Half grown frogs are swishing their tails around and little fish are darting about.  We love to hear the dogs slurp, slurp, slurp the spring water and listen to the crunching of all those sheep and goat jaws on the grass.  After all the work of setting up and taking down the market booth it was good to relax a bit.  We flushed the critters back down the hill and caught one aged black doe whose mohair I've been lusting after for some time now.  Mia sits on a chair while I do the clipping.  That goat is very happy to feel the breeze on her back after being relieved of the matted rug she was carrying around.  I will have to snip the curls away from the felt to salvage some for fiber art.   When it's ready to come off it should come off.  And that is all.