Yesterday evening one of our ewes didn’t look very well. I got her into the shelter and gave her some ewe boost medicine and some food. She was all skin and bones and her fleece was coming away from her skin. She didn’t look good.
This morning she was dead leaving little Aretha and Bowie as orphans. She was the sheep who adopted one of the triplets.
I guess the knackerman was on to something when he said he was betting on the ewes as we took her there for disposal this morning.
Not all fun and games on the smallholding.
So far Aretha has happily and greedily accepted being bottle fed which is a relief – Bowie is a little more wary.
N.B. I drenched the sheep with anti-fly-strike stuff this afternoon just to be on the safe side, but I don’t know if it will work with all their fleece on – hopefully it will.