I told the man who bought them that he had to transport them in something with a top on it, so to come prepared because I won't let them leave the property in an unsafe vehicle. He told me he had a goat cage for the back of his pickup. Well, I don't know what happened, but he just showed up with a pick-up truck that had a hard top on the bed. He ended up tying them both up by the legs and rigging a halter for the heads, tying that to the side of the truck. He laid them on their sides in the bed of the truck and put the top down.
If it was any other goat and if I wasn't so glad to see her gone, I never would have allowed my goats to be transported that way. I hope they have a good home, but mine is so much better with her in particular, gone.
See how nicely all the other goats are lined up, each eating from their own dish. It was a rare occurrence with Evil running amok from dish to dish shoving everyone else out of the way and me running from dish to dish trying to fill them before she got to me.
I am so relieved. And I bet the rest of the goats are, too.