No, the fleece isn't going into an old drawer. This is the wool picker (well, part of it). The white thing is a conveyor belt. There was a whole lot of fiber on top of it. I was so involved in pulling the fibers apart ("teasing") that I forgot to take anything but this one photo. At back of that green door are truly nasty sharp pointy things that can rip one's arm apart. One must be careful.
Here's the inside of the picker box, with a silhouette of those nasty spikes:
A close-up of the pink fiber:
Some purple . . .
. . .green. . .
. . .red. . .
. . .and that wasn't all.
There was also yellow, orange, all sorts of blues, and mixed blues, violet, and purple. This was just too much fun!
So, what's next? Just wait. . .