Well I am now officially a sheep owner!
The flock, all both of it, is currently cooling its heels in a roofed dogrun next to the turkeys.
Apparently they have never been outside the barn (poor things!) and so the sheep lady suggests I keep them penned and make friends with them for some days or a week before letting them out onto pasture. She didn't think there was any concern about limiting their grazing time, but I think I will anyhow, I do not want to learn about Exploding Sheep any sooner than necessary.
The kids vetoed my suggestion to name them Sheepy and Floppy, and so we went with plan B which was the 6 yr old's suggestions of Peace and Hope.
Peace is very, uh, peaceful. I like her.
Hope escaped between car and pen, and required about 15 minutes of sheep rodeo and playing "Pat, the Human Border Collie" before I could herd her into the chicken building and I shut the doors on her and wrestled a loop of baling twine back around her middle so I could get her to the pen with her sister. Mainly the problem was that the baling twine (which the sheep lady had helpfully left tied around them in the crate in the car) came off her while I was moving Peace to the pen, so that I was left with a large lamb with no way of hanging onto it. But, as far as I can tell she is also the naturally-dingy-er of the two. It was no fun having $250 of lamb bombing around sometimes just 40 feet away from a busy commuters-and-gravel-trucks road. I am glad we have a lot of fencing in various places
I will post pics after my husband gets home -- I am apparently not self-sufficient enough to be able to figure out how to suck the pics off the camera onto the computer without DH doing it for me
They are just yer basic dirty white sheep, though, nothing exciting.
I like them
Pics later,
Pat