Monday was a big day. Holly and I popped Mistral and Georgia into the back of my Highlander for a special field trip. We were guests on channel 22's (WWLP, our local NBC station) lifestyle program, MassAppeal. 

The night before, I didn't sleep very well. In the wee hours of morning I found myself questioning the sanity of taking two lambs who have never set hoof off the farm to a television studio for live program.

It was an hour drive. Mistral was vocal, Georgia, quiet. I sang show tunes to help them relax on the way to Springfield.

I was really worried they would freak out in the studio. And although they were definitely baffled by their surroundings, they were more curious than spooked. With lambs on lead, we tiptoed our way through the set, stepping around cameras and over cables.

Mistral had to thoroughly inspect our corner of the set. While Georgia snacked on the hay Holly had brought along, Mistral nibbled cables and the wire to my mic, yanked yarn off our nice little display, sampled the carpeting on the podium, and investigated the nether region beneath the table skirt. But then they both settled down and took in the activity while eating breakfast from a bucket. On perfect behavior, they made friends with everyone: the producers, hosts, camera crew and other guests. We were asked more than once, "do all sheep behave like this?".

By the time we filmed our segment, the girls were in repose, chewing their cud quite happily.

And although they were quite clean (Holly saw to it) our corner of the set was quite aromatic in the barn-yard sense by the time we through. The host even joked about it toward the end of our interview.

The funny part – it wasn't the lambs. I made the gigantic error of grabbing a ram's fleece (Chai's) to show the color of raw moorit wool. The ventilation system wafted rammy smell throughout the entire studio. The crew was good natured about the mess (between hay and lamb poop, we'd trashed our little corner, look closely at the photos; it got much worse!), but I could sense not everyone was charmed. Holly and I were laughed all the way home about Chai's stinky fleece.

Back at the farm, the girls were glad to see Crackerjack and their friends. I don't think the attention has gone to their wooly little heads.

Here's a link if you'd like to check out our appearance on MassAppeal. (If it doesn't work, try searching for Foxfire Fiber on Monday, October 25).