Yesterday morning John came in from his early rounds and feeding the pet lambs to report some sad news. I could tell by his face, and the fact he woke me up to tell me, that it wasn't good.
He'd found pet lamb Diva dead under a tree. She'd died during the night. We have no idea why, and sometimes this happens with pet lambs. She's always had respiratory issues, with a louder baa than anyone in the paddock. (Hence her name.)
The other members of the main mob, Bambi, Fergi, Whiskey and Camilla, had a quiet day. Jam and Jelly were none the wiser. We had some discussion about combining the two mobs but I've decided to let everyone settle.
Rest in peace little Diva, you were loved.
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