Helpers

I caught this little doe who had escaped the shearer last month and asked Luke to help me get her fleece off. Luke thought it was great fun and I got a good two pounds of lovely, soft mohair to play with. It was 2 AM when I stopped picking it and fixed the coffee pot for the morning. I woke up at 8 to find Matt long gone to work and the already strong coffee cooked to a point of thickness that was rather jolting. This late night, late rising thing is great fun on vacation but will be tough to change when September rolls around.