There wasn’t supposed to be a part three to this, but life seldom gives us what we want. It is lambing season, and we should have a pasture of romping babies. Instead we have two ewes down. One died Friday evening and the other is doing well under the care of a vet.
We are rethinking our pasture management to make sure every sheep gets an equal share of the food. The vet said that a single missed meal can upset the energy level in a ewe enough to dehydrate her and deplete her blood minerals.
Sheep are finicky critters, and can look perfectly healthy, then be dead.
I can feel my unconscious working all this and I’m sure it will come out as a short murder mystery once the lambing is done.