Saturday

Saturday was a warm day before the storm. I had several dye pots going and at least fifty pounds of wool in tubs and buckets soaking and awaiting the washing machine, I knew I had to get it washed and on the drying racks before the water froze. I had to get in a load of hay, and Hershey was going down on me. He had been feeling better the last few days, but just wouldn't eat. I gave him his last breakfast of homade yogurt, but later in the day I knew it was his last. I have never had a sheep so sweet.