Traffic report

So there are a couple of newborn lambs tottering around near the car this morning, and when I start turning it around, one of them makes the equation “large pale moving object = mother” and rushes in.  I get out to chivvy it out the way, and it has shoved its nose into the spokes of the passenger-side front wheel and is looking hopefully up into the wheel arch and waiting for milk to come out.

Intelligence: ur doing it wrong.