A born trier

 Daffodil, who is now one of our oldest Ryelands, bottle fed from a pup, more trouble than she is ever worth (but not as much trouble as Roxy who was forever trying to shuffle off her mortal coil) made a good go of following the rest of the departed flockers by chucking herself off the cliff at the back of the cottage.

 Here she is stuck, quite literally, between a rock and hard place

 and here is a front on picture after yours truly climbed over to lift her out, or rather tip her backwards and cajole her back up the rock face.

Meantime Nemo was taking it easy on the Donkey's breakfasts.