I finally had a chance to go through the many bags of raw sheep fleeces I have stored in the garage. Each bag had to be sniffed and checked out by Honey, Bubba and Lola. I guess each bag must have a unique smell relating it to a particular sheep. They finally decided the best place to supervise was right between the bags of fleece (foreground) and the truck where I was sorting.
Once I had them sorted, I started filling the Jetta with bags to take to the Midwest Fiber and Folk Art Fair, where I was meeting Jane Zeien from Illinois Wool & Fiber Mill. I stopped counting at 20 fleeces... I took mostly fleeces from the Targhee crosses, the Corriedale/ELL ewes, and a few bags of Romney, BFL and Shetland.
It will be hard to wait until they are done!