So she did. Here is the innocent victim. She is a Corriedale/Romney cross.
The sheep just stood there, sort of leaning against my (cheap knock off) Hoosier cabinet. (Yes, I washed down the cabinet and mopped the floor when we were done.)
I'm sure this isn't how sheep are normally shorn, but I've only ever done alpacas, so we went with what I know. Basically, one strip is shorn down the back, and then each side is done, row by row. The fleece sort of cascades down the side.
I used to hand shear my animals in a 9' x 9' catch pen. They would walk around, and I would just follow them, shearing as we walked. Eventually, they (and I) would get dizzy, and they would stop. I just continued shearing. This method was perfect for me. I didn't need any help, it was just the animal and me in the pen. However, it is fairly time consuming, and just didn't cut it when Mom came to live with me. Now, with the help of friends, I shear with an electric clipper. I'll go into greater detail when I shear this spring. But I sort of miss hand shearing, so it was nice to get to do this.
My friend brought Mom a gorgeous pair of mittens made from a recycled sweaters, and a very nice Christmas greens arrangement. She says that I'm the only person she knows who would invite her to bring a sheep into the kitchen to shear. I'm not sure what that says about me.
I actually got out the tripod and shot a very amateurish video of me spinning this morning. Blogger wouldn't load it though, so I have a feeling it was too big. Oh well, it wasn't very good anyway.