Sheep shearer is coming to the farm tomorrow to trim Zelda, Ma and the other three ewes. Maria is going to sell the wool as yarn and roving as before. I think Zelda deserves to be a sweater  but the last time she became a shawl. Zelda likes the shearer, he is a Buddhist and he chants to her. I hope she’s in a good mood or he’ll be lying on his butt in the Pole Barn as I have more than once.  I took this shot at the hardware store of three dogs waiting for their human.