Those three bags of fleece have been sitting in the living room, taunting me all this time. Today I decided to wash up at least a sample of each of the fleeces.
On the left is Merlin, and on the right are two lumps of Onyx. (I washed a second batch of Onyx's fleece because the first seemed almost self-felted. I'm hoping that picking will loosen it up.) (Missing is Goldie's sample, which I'd done first and which was already dry. It looks exactly like last year's fleece, so you're not missing anything.)
Onyx's fleece from last year was all black, with streaks of red-brown at the tips. This year, though, the fleece is laced with gray. We'd noticed that after she got her haircut this year, she had turned into a gray sheep, rather than the black we were used to:
I don't know if this is an effect of maturity (she's two, now) or if she's just doing it for attention.
As long as I was standing around a sheep pen with a camera in my hand -
Here's Merlin enjoying a big mouthful of hay,
And Goldie trying to decide if she should run and hide from the camera.
Onyx never runs and hides from the camera.
Madman said "Hey, sweetie, you should get a picture of this!" and grabbed a handful of grain.
Madman and his Amazing Trained Sheep...