One of the occasional chores on the farm is measuring wool for the spinners and cleaners. We take our wool to Vermont and the mill suggests it be at least three inches long to make a lot of yarn. So Maria was out with the sheep poking them with pencils in their backs. They took it well, even the notoriously grumpy Zelda, who would knock me down as soon as look at me. Five of the sheep have long wool, two don’t, we are trying to figure out when to get them shorn again and whether we should do it once or twice a year. They were good about it, as long as you get them grazing.