Zelda is semi-retiring, she is getting older and her wool is no longer long enough to send to the mill for yearn. This year, the Gang Of Four will supply most of the wool, we had the others shorn for the Spring Open House and it may not be long enough to shear this October.

The four Romney’s will  bring a lot of wool for yarn, and we may just let the others grow their wool through the winter. Zelda still watches over the other sheep, she is still independent and alert, but she’s getting up there, she will have an easy and undemanding life for the rest of her time.

I fondly remember when she ran over Red and knocked me down and led a breakout through the first fence and up the highway for a half mile or so, Red in hot pursuit. I never thought any of us would survive that. She has mellowed quite a bit.