This weekend I bought our first sheep. A sturdy dorper ewe and her twin dorper/katahdin lambs. A black wether with white socks on his rear legs and a white blaze on his head. A lovely white ewe lamb, that I have named Tulip, because she has a tulip shaped brown spot on her side. Their momma is named Daisy, well, because she has a daisy on her butt.
The young man we bought this set from was able to transport the momma to Cindy's farm for us. But I was worried about the lambs shoved into a small stock trailer over stuffed with sheep - so I kicked Bea out of her crate, shoved the blanket from her crate on top and poked these two lambs into the crate for the short drive to Cindy's place.
This is when Brynn completely unraveled. She morphed into a drooling, slobbering mess. Poor Bea has a "get me the hell out of here" expression on her face.
Instead of taking Bea out of the crate, I removed Brynn. She got to ride home with Cindy in her van. Bea settled down nicely, oblivious of the two lambs next to her.
A fact that did not go unnoticed by Beth sitting in the back seat. Half way to Cindy's house Beth unsuccessfully started digging a hole in the back of the crate. Then she applied all her mite into willing the lambs out of her car. When her efforts proved fruitless she started humming, pacing, whining and huffing (blowing air out of her nose in an alarming fashion - depositing doggie snot on my windows and roof of the car...ewwwwwww).
It was a long 10 mile drive.
Momma & babies arrived safely and are settling into the flock.