Yesterday late afternoon, a family drove three hours (through rush hour) to pick up the goatie girls. After a long and mostly fruitless search for the right new family for my Nigerians, I am happy to say they will be the future star milkers for a family of seven.
Father, mother and two of the five kids showed up in a Suburban and we toted the girls to the back where the kids had left them some nice fleece blankets (in her favor, the mother never even winced as the girls christened the blankets almost immediately). The son (about 8) was quite smitten with Sage and said that she was "his". I pointed out that she was very shy and skittish (then had to define skittish) and he looked at me very solemnly and said, "Don't worry - I will be so nice to her that she will have to like me."
I couldn't bear to watch them drive away, so I threw the sheep some hay instead. I would have gotten pictures, too, but, darn it, there was something in my eye and I couldn't focus the camera. Sigh.
The sheep have been very quiet (highly unnatural for Norman). I imagine they are trying to keep a low profile, lest another large vehicle pull up and cart them away.