RIP Clover.

This week one of our original lambs died, he must have been 15 or 16 years old. He died at the dam and it seems to have been quick. In the photo above he's the regal looking sheep standing behind the front woolly one. He'd been looking thin and unwell for a few weeks so we didn't expect him to see out the summer. It's still sad though when it happens. Our first Wiltipol ram came with a hotch potch group of six sheep. That spring there was no way these could eat all the grass that was growing, so our neighbour agisted a flock of Border Leicester crosses on our property. We'd just had our first lamb. We knew it was a ewe as Gyp had chased her till she dropped to the ground and refused to move. I had to carry this heavy lamb back to the others! When the time came to remove their flock our ewe lamb was swept away with the neighbours and this Border Leicester boy lamb was left with ours. It took quite awhile before we realized this and by then it was to late. We named him Clover. Clover was useful as he loved going up ramps which helped load sheep onto trailers when they needed shearing. He always produced a think fleece. Clover was never any bother and loved his food. He'll be missed. We have only one remaining ewe from those first lambs, Blackie and so far she seems reasonably well.