Wool is Warm.
So warm in fact, that the wool is freezing on their backs right now. We got a lot of rain over the weekend. And, they like to stand out in it. So, they get wet. Then, at night it freezes, and in the morning, I have sparkly sheep.
This is Eliza, the Chocolate colored ewe's coat. Amazing that they have all that body heat, and it won't penetrate the wool enough to melt the frost.
They still come up to me with warm noses, and snuzzle my hand for grain, breath clouding in the cold air. This is Marjorie's downy coat. It didn't split into locks like Eliza, but turned into a carpet of ice crystals.
I wonder if they even know they're frosted?
I know where wool comes from, and I like it. I like that it gets wet, frozen, dirty, hay-filled, and petted before I'll spin it.