She was special from the day she arrived. Niblet's daughters tend to be extra friendly. As a lamb she'd follow us around and be content to lie by our sides in the pasture or barn. She was first to come up for scritches and a great sheepie ambassador. As a bonus her conformation was excellent and fleece beautiful, lustrous and purled - much more Gotland in character than Finn. She was an excellent mom and I was looking forward to her 2010 lambs.
If you think this sounds like an eulogy... well, it is. This morning I found her head firmly wedged through not just one, but two hog panels, where she appears to have strangled sometime in the night.
Princess, I'm sorry I wasn't there to save you. May you graze in fields of clover, rye and alfalfa with plenty of pumpkins to rustle.