There was low level humming and a lot of baleful staring whilst they contemplated their fate.

First up - Dalziel because, well he's the tamest so he's the easiest.

Note the contraption at the front - which their legs are attached to (back and front) so they can be restrained as gently as possible.

Pascoe next up - for no particular reason other than he was the easiest of the two white ones to catch, and we do Wieldy last for reasons which I'll explain...

Alas, it's not all quite as polite as these first couple of photos indicate

Next year, I probably should take a video because whilst this all looks calm, the humming, whinging and gutteral bitching that goes on is something to hear.

Next up little Hat, who does get a bit distressed and thrashy, hence the hand on the neck and a bit of gentle consolation... which makes us feel better at least.

And we stand and wait....

whilst one of our number is assaulted!

Then it was onto the lucky lucky last. We learnt the first time around that Wieldy needs to go last, well because he wees, and poos, everywhere. Poor baby is not a happy boy from the moment he's grabbed until about a week after he's been let go again. Sigh.

But shearing, vaccinations, toenails trimmed and it was eventually all over. They were out of here...

They did come back later in the day, and everything's almost forgiven. Just don't touch the gate on the front of their yard when they are in line of sight.