We have finally sold the last of the sheep yesterday that we are going to sell this year; 17 ewes and 6 rams. The gentleman who purchased them plans on opening a dairy to make artisan cheese. He had quite an adventure getting here. Then we loaded the sheep...

The ewes were loaded first. Now, these little darlings have been worked enough to know how to duck and dodge. We ended up catching a good portion of them mid-leap as they tried to sail past us. Then, the ewes were tagged for transport. This did not please them. Navajo-Churro ewes can kick as well as bite when they are displeased. The one I called Salsa is especially good at it when she can't butt me. My right ankle still bears a perfect black and blue image of her dainty hoof print.

The ram lambs were loaded last. All of the ram lambs that were purchased had the beginnings of nice horns. All of the ram lambs were small so we could pick them up and put them in a cage in the back of his pickup. Nice plan until one of them gets wiggly. Lucky for me that the young fellow's horns were starting to curl so when he threw his head back, the curve of his horn hit me in the neck rather than the point. Today, I have to wear a turtleneck sweater to cover most of the bruise so my DH isn't falsely accused of being a wife beater. Most folks don't believe me when I tell them Navajo-Churros are an aggressive breed of sheep in spite of the bruises to prove otherwise.

I sure hope our customer, who plans on opening an ovine dairy, has warm hands. If he doesn't, milking the ewes twice a day might be an adventure in, and of, itself.