Lamb Camp At The Fiber Festival!!!

The University of Kentucky brought some cute, cute lil lambies to the festival.  And we were afraid Lamb Camp was over for the year ;-).

Teefers!

Sweet little heart shaped noses and look at that elegant momma, so proud.

 "Yeah, I know I'm her favorite."

"Whatever.  She told me I was her favorite."

"Why do I always have to go to sheep parties?"

Because, B. Willard, you are a nice boy and everyone loves to see you and run their fingers through your beautiful curls.

"O-kay...but the better bring me some cookies!"

"I LOVE sheep parties!!!"

20 single-handedly held off the forecasted rain for all but two super short showers all day.  Never underestimate the power of a stylin' sheep wearing bright yellow galoshes!

"I didn't have to come to the sheep party until this morning, but the nice folks across the way from us (Tailfeathers Farms) saw five mugshots hanging up last night and only four sheep and thought I was here and I'd escaped.  I sure wish I'd have escaped because this is a pretty crazy place to be and my mom keeps talking to lots of other people besides me and I'm sure that I'm missing all sorts of fun activities at home cause me and Blossom and Hank like to go on adventures all day and I'm sure Betsy missed me and I don't care if my mom says she'd have missed me today if I'd stayed home, I'm staying home tomorrow, so there!"

Maisie had a meltdown in the car on the way home this evening.  She really didn't seem to mind being at the festival all day and seemed to enjoy talking to everyone and letting them pet her, but whew, little kid too tired and hungry and thirsty (even though she had food and water all day, but it wasn't the green grass she was used to... ;-) meltdown on the way home.  I think she's going to get to stay home tomorrow.  Even though I'm going to miss her.

We got super lucky on the weather today and I think tomorrow might be more of the same.  A great group of folks coming through the booth today.  I'm always so humbled by how many people know our sheep by name ("Hey Keebs!" :-D) and come looking for us year after year.  It really means a lot.

P. S. If you left a bag of really pretty roving on one of our chairs today, stop by if you are going to be at the festival tomorrow or shoot me an email and I'll send it to you.