I stayed there when I was picking up a new buckling.(under 18 years old) I saw the sign and asked they said fine ...went over to Wal-Mart picked up a cage, brought it back to the motel... They said the could loan me a crib. I joked with them that... Well I just want to be prepared. Drive up to the farm and came in with him on a lead. They laugh and took photos.
When I worked at a Craft's store one of my ewes had twins. One did not make it and the other she would not stand still to nurse. I had to take the lamb to work to bottle feed. Had a little playpen to put the lamb in. Customers were enthralled but the owner did not like it. Tough, I wasn't going to let the lamb starve.
DH bult a jug and that evening it was all straightened out. Lovely lamb.
Nothing is as strong as gentleness, nothing so gentle as real strength - St. Francis de Sales
I had a very sweet bum lamb named Ewenice that didn't know she wasn't human. I often took her to day cares, kindergartens, etc. I would just put a diaper on her, boost her into the cab of my truck and off we'd go. Ewenice would watch the scenery for a few minutes then lie down beside me with her head on my shoulder or in my lap to sleep the rest of the way home. The funniest thing that happened on one of her outings was the guy across the island at a gas station. He was certain she was some odd breed of dog despite my showing him her hooves, oval pupils instead of round, even opened her mouth to show him her teeth. I bet he's still talking about the woman who wouldn't 'fess up to what kind of dog she had.
I got Ewenice when she was 4 weeks old. She died when she was 15 years, 8 months old. Still miss her and her voice that sounded like a broken starter engine.