We sheered a sheep for the first time today. It went about as you might expect it to go. I only got kicked in the face once, and not very hard. This was the result:
Sevilla is our orneriest sheep, by nature. She's usually the one to tell me exactly what she thinks of me. She didn't like being shorn one bit. Especially not with a pair of children's safety scissors. (I was terrified of using the real sheers. They looked way too lethal. A friend of mine sheers her llamas with children's safety scissors. I only gave Sevilla one tiny nick with them, so I was happy with that result. Not sure if they give a close enough shave, but oh well. Whatever.)
Sadly, none of her sheep friends seem to recognize her. They're like, Where's Sevilla? And who's this goat following us around? Even though they all stood and watched us sheer her. This is why it's okay to eat sheep.
Even Tom Turkey seems to be more accepted by the flock! Even her daughter (her own daughter Yoshimi!) doesn't recognize her.