The end of wool, sheep, animals..etc...for now

This is a picture of my "dawling"... I made him carry the wool. He was getting sick of the place....can't you tell? I also had to click a picture of the farm sign from Virginia. Although he was pleasantly surprised he still would rather go fly fishing....his analogy is...."Lindy when you take me on these adventures I go, but how would you like to go shop in a fishing store for hours on end?" I always say, "No Problem." Can we buy more wool? Thus, the face of disgust......

Sheep with a story to tell

1. There is a story line here
2. The sheep with the coats....they were getting ready for a breakout
3. The lone goat pen.....the leader was in there
4. The sheep (God-des) was trying to pop out a pink egg
5. The sheep pointing his hove at the green coat guy was debating in his small brain...maybe I should use him as a type of ladder and just jump out? Then what do I do?
6. The bi-color sheep were just fed up and wanted to be left alone!
   

The rheinbeck's sheepies........some with the wool and

and some without their wool. We had all different types to see and touch. I felt sorry for this one..........(click on the pictures they will enlarge)

These naked sheep were embarrassed...don't look at them!

This ole sheepie preferred to turn away from my camera. Sleep was on her mind.
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This particular sheep animal wanted me to come closer. She had an urgent message, it was my secret to keep under wraps.

And still more, when will it end?

I apparently decided to take a picture of my shoe vs the floor? I did take a picture of the Peruvian band that magically appears at all festivals. More llamas for all to enjoy...the spotted one would kiss you.....but only if he liked you.....he did not like me or the daughter....we were ignored....very sad.......They did have the horsey's take you all around the fair grounds....

and some more....llamas

They seem to be giving me the hairy eyeball............

more of those pictures

More random photos.....although, I was very tempted to enter the punch boothe....but....you know, I just don't want to venture into an area where I will go crazy.....I held myself back...tied myself to the floor...told self, keep moving...follow the ten thousand peoples that have you sardined in...I use to knit....made a sweater...multiple colors of vests...hats and scarves.... stopped...gave my stuff to the daughter.....she can knit....#2 can you knit me one of those fancy dancy sweaters? I like to quilt and rug hook better.......

More pictures

I had been craving this particular chicken soup for months. It was not at my "now" new and beloved diner. Thank heavens I just got a cup! My dawling got the bread, which he proceeded to put salt on? Non salt bread, it's better for your heart...but then we got cookies....the kind you smell and gain 10 pounds. I only ate one and gave the rest.....2 pounds worth to the daughter. OK, OK....finish the story about the soup...big D...tons of flatulence....not pretty, especially if you spent that particular night in a smoke filled room of toxic proportions...I'll leave with that picture roaming around in your brain.......