It took nearly a year, but even Zelda The Magnificent, rebellious leader of sheep, is beginning to succumb to Maria’s loving charms (II did). She comes up every morning for a back scratch, along with Ma. Zelda would not come near any of us for nearly a year, unless it was to knock me or the Red Dog down, which she did repeatedly. Jim McRae the sheep shearer is coming next Monday from Vermont to shear Maria’s sheep. Zelda’s fleece will be Maria’s yarn.