Today was worm the sheep day, and a fine day to do it. Cool and clear, just the way we like it. I like to get 'em wormed before the rains start and then I don't have to worry about it for another year, plus neither me nor the dogs nor Dale have to get all mud-soaked. The sheep, they don't care whether they get mud-soaked or not, they don't like it. But, after some hard work, Hoke stuck 'em in the centre pen in the working arena, Dale was my catch-man, and we got 'em all wormed and their butts spray-painted fluorescent orange to make it easier for the resident mountain lion to thin the herd for us.