Great Peter I'm glad it's going well. Can I contribute a song to sing while you work.

    Shearing the Wethers   
               Tune -- Gathering Flowers for the Master's Bouquet.
by me during the shearing season of 1999.

Death is an angel sent down from the blue
With thin bony hands he will clip me and you
Crutching and wigging he'll sort out the dags
To send to the Devil in calico bags.

Cho.
Shearing the wethers for the Master's wool coat
And a nice fluffy muffler to wrap 'round His throat.
Angels to sort out the sheep from the goat
Each soul is a staple in the Master's wool coat.

Loved ones are passing each day and each hour
Right through the sheep-dip and traeatment for scour*
Pure and pest-free and woolly we'll wait
For the last bell to ring at the last wool-shed gate.

Let us be passive till grazing is through
And shearing and sorting and spinning is too
Then we'll be gathered without burr or stain
And knitted by angels in rib, purl and plain.

                  * a cattle disease actually but it rhymed well.