While I was in the middle of my Fozzy Bear panic, my phone rang. I don’t know why I answered it with an out-of-state area code, but something told me I had to. Well, the only way to make things more complicated for my week’s absence was if the llama shearer decided to come shear Llenny while I was gone.
Yep. He said he’d be there Friday morning. Thank goodness for my son and nephew and mom. They got him shut in Thursday evening. He was ready when they showed up to shear him.
Is it me or do those goats look like, “What the heck happened to you, and I hope I’m not next.”
I wasn’t expecting to have his wool removed so close to his skin. It would be fine if I had been able to get it done a couple of months ago, but he’s in danger of sunburn right now. Next year, I’ll have to contact the shearer in February to make sure the llama gets sheared earlier in the year.
Luckily, Llenny’s been smart enough to stay in the barn during the hottest part of the day and let me feed him some hay. It won’t take too long for him to get used to it and grow a layer of wool to protect him. He’s also a lot cooler for our 106* F (41.1* C) heat index today.
I have a bag of wool that I’m going to try to have processed into roving (I have no idea what that means, but I’ve been talking to a friend who spins). Also, thanks to Mom for taking pictures while I was gone.