Holy sweet fuck people are asshats today.
Once again I get a very pointed lesson in trying to participate with an established organization. I like sheep. I don’t think I’ll ever be a shepherd, unless I win the lottery and can pay someone else to take care of them for me. But I like sheep. I like what they provide. I enjoy spinning their fleeces.
I really enjoyed this one particular breed. It was all around, great purpose, came in a few colors naturally, and apparently is one of the rare breeds.
But fucking hell after the past few days and trying to help by summarizing some of the discussion I saw online? And getting a VICIOUS smackdown for it? I think I’d rather eat glass than buy that breed again. I don’t even want to finish the roving I was working on…the whole thing left that bad of a taste in my mouth. And I have three more pounds of this roving. Anyone want to buy a bargain? I want it out of my house as soon as I can get it out the door.
No matter. I “vote” with my dollars, and will be using that money to buy another breed, preferably one with organizations, websites and shepherds that are more organized, less likely to bite the fucking hand that feeds them, and who has their shit together.
Ah well. I spent a lot of money on fiber this year. If a few hundred bucks doesn’t much matter to the breeders of that sheep, well, someone else probably will. If nothing else, I’ll continue to support my favorite
crack dealer shepherdess, Melissa of Skylines Farm. Who probably would not appreciate the profanity laced post here, but whose fleeces I always appreciate. Plus, she’s just a damn nice person.
Another lesson in how sometimes, it just doesn’t pay to get at all involved. I just wanted to help. Do you think I’ll ever learn this stupid lesson?