Jonathan: For those with their fingers poised over the keyboard with a smug knowing smile, about to send me the name ‘Weed’ I’m afraid you’re too late to name this morning’s lamb. After making progress during the day and even trying to follow Bill and Ben, the poor wee thing passed away suddenly whilst Denise was feeding it. We think it might have choked on the milk, but can’t be sure. I tried mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, clearing its airways, and I could see it trying to hang on to life, but it didn’t quite make it. It’s not often we have to deal with dead lambs (or sheep), thank heavens, and until now they’ve all been born dead or dying shortly after birth – before we first find them. This is the first death of a lamb we’ve been caring for. I’m finding it’s more saddening than I would have expected. We couldn’t afford to keep sheep at all if they didn’t pay their way, but equally we couldn’t justify keeping them at all if we didn’t strive to do the very best for them we can. We’ve still so much to learn!