I have no idea why Jess, the lamb closest in the picture sat in the sun on the patio two days ago, who had a bottle of milk this morning as she always did before roaming the gardens at Rock HQ should be found lying on the track in obvious distress less than nine hours later when we got home.
She died within minutes of us getting home from work.
You get used to animal death when smallholding. Some losses really hurt.
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