One of the many problems the militia have this time of year is that should any of their sheep get into difficulty while lambing up on the hills it invariably means the ewe and lamb die. I found this poor sheep yesterday, not long dead, the head of its lamb had stuck and eventually both had died. In twenty four hours she has been reduced to a skeleton and a pile of wool by scavengers eager for an easy meal. I took the colour out of the picture as it was to say the least a bit gruesome.
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