I fired up the ol' picker today and was pleasantly surprised that it wasn't as noisy as I was lead to believe. I actually grimaced as I flipped the switch and expected a roar like from a shaper (wood working.) Thankfully, none such thing made me jump and all ran smoothly.
I started inserting the wool in the backside and it quickly grabbed it and spit it through the rolling drums. I can definitely tell that this machine was built quite a long time ago as anyone nowadays would have a fit over how dangerous it is with it's nip point between the two small rollers -- a definite finger grabber and ripper-offer.

Above, the fleece that entered the machine
Hubby and I helped with sheep wrangling at my parent's house today as they've got a handful of Jacobs (mainly culls) that I've passed on to them because they want weed eaters and meat eaters -- they all got shorn. I found two ram lambs who had gorgeous fleeces, so lofty and springy with a very high lustre. You could see them shine as they walked through the pens and when you reached out to touch them it was amazingly soft. These were all sired by my ram, Raider. So my mom had already planned on keeping their pelts when they got butchered but I talked her in to letting me shear them and keeping them until their wool grew back before butchering, she easily agreed and now I have their fleece and they have a longer time on this earth.
So as I started picking, the fleece that went through was so fine that it flew around like dust bunnies! There had to be some way to catch the wool as it came shooting out the other side. I promptly put a water trough under the "out" and used a wheel barrow on end (up on a block for height) to sheild the wool from flying out of the trough -- it worked well.

My end product
This is my end product, fine wool gathered and picked. It was not washed before hand but it has been now that I've done this post. I'll use tomorrow's hot weather for drying. Then I may just have to run it through the picker again -- washed!
Looking forward to picking more here at Mud Ranch.