Zelda is our proudest and most independent sheep, she has twice broken out of the farm and raced around the neighborhood and knocked me and Red over more times than I can count. But there is no dignity in the shearing arena, Jim put her down and sat on her while she was trimmed and had her hooves done. She also got nicked and bled a bit. There is no pretty way to shear sheep, although Jim makes it look like a ballet.