I thought of this today as I was in the sewing room...
an oldie that still makes me chuckle:
 
A city lady and her traveling companion 
were riding the train through the countryside 
when she noticed some sheep. 
"What a nice bunch of sheep!" she remarked. 
"Not a bunch, herd", her friend replied.
"Heard of what?"
"Herd of sheep."
"Of course I've heard of sheep." 
"No, a sheep herd." 
"What do I care what a sheep heard. 
           I have no secrets to keep from a sheep!"
Hee hee.
So back to the culling of the herd - 
Culling the herd is a farm girl reference
to thinning the number of the animals in a herd.
Or in the case of this quilting, farm gal - 
culling my Wooly Stash Animal.
aka:  'downsizing of the wool stash' ,
to help make my sewing room easier to access.
All of this started when I saw that a friend 
posted on facebook that she was looking for a place to find 
wool scraps.
I have wool scraps.  
 Bushels (yes plural) of wooly scraps.
Though this friend lives in another country,
I decided that I could surely help her out. 
I piled, cut, folded, 
squished, packed, and shipped.
Boy do I feel better.  
I've culled the wooly herd! 
(I know she reads my blog, but I'm sure she'll love this when it arrives in a few weeks time.)