The Sheep and Wool Festival

The New York State Sheep and Wool Festival Draws Younger Fans

There’s a lot of talk these days about sheep. “It’s all the rage,” I’ve been told. “Everyone’s eating it,” a friend and I are told.

I wonder why the word “fluffy” is often used to describe sheep.

There are fluffiest sheep on the planet.

“I know what they are,” I have been told. “They have that fluffiness you’d expect from a sheep who has never been on a diet.”

I also know what sheep are. In New York, a little more than 20 years ago, I was the sheep of the Hudson Valley.

“We’re all in the wool business,” said an old man. “It’s our destiny.”

“He said that to me,” I said, “but I didn’t buy it.”

I did buy fluffiness, just before the Sheep and Wool Festival began.

Last Friday, we were up in the cold and rainy woods where a light snow had drifted off as we moved through a narrow passageway through the trees, passing through layers of pine needles.

“I see you’ve found a nice spot,” said the old man with the wool. “This is a lovely spot, isn’t it?”

I had found a spot under a pine tree.

And that’s how it began.

The Sheep and Wool Festival began in New York on Feb. 3. There were 13 sheep in the lineup, but my sheep were the stars.

We were led up the hill by a group of young organizers who carried lambs. Sheep in the sheep festival are raised commercially and raised with little human contact.

The sheep we followed to the hill were a little under 1 year old, and they wore spots of light brown flecked with black.

“It’s too cold to be outside,” said the young woman who led them.

“We’re not in the wool business,” said the old man.

“These guys are,” said the young woman. “These are the best.”

“We’re going

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