Great shot Mike,
Tells a very interesting story. Takes me back to my grandparents farm. We most ran cattle which required moving (why I grew up on horseback), getting up about 4 times a year to worm, vaccinate the calves, check and treat hooves and spray and other wise treat. We did have a small herd of sheep and every spring two guys would show up to shear the winter wool. I will tell you these guys were good. I remember one year when I was about 16, we found one that we missed when we rounded them up. We caught him and my grandfather handed me the shears we had. He caught the sheep and give him to me. After I had finished I felt like I had gone 10 rounds with Mohammad Ali. I had bruises in places I didn't know I had places. The resulting wool was so chopped up we just threw it out. That did I gained a new respect for these guys.