The sheep were fine this morning, but when I went out later to water them, Olga was dead. She had stuck her head through the livestock panel and then through the fence wire. Leaning on the livestock panel forced her weight on the fence wire and she choked and died. I found her shortly after she expired, still warm and pliable, her eyes opened and her body distended and bloated. I am not sure she bloated because she hung herself, or she was bloated from acidosis or eating too much alfalfa she found as the snow thawed. Perhaps that was what she was trying to access through the fence wire.
As with any animal death on the farm, the animal is opened to look for clues as to the death. Olga appeared to be in perfect health, but my heart broke when I realized she also lost her twins, about a month before they were due, two little girls. Olga was the sweetest sheep, and because of her, I fell in love with sheep and now have a lot of them. Olga will be sadly missed every day when I go to the pen to see the flock and do not see her coming to me.
We think that sheep do not have emotions, but Olga's daughter stood and cried for her mother, calling to her. Olga's daughter is normally quiet and never heard. The other sheep also stood with the daughter and paid respects to Olga as I removed her body from the flock. My poor heart is broken. Good bye Olga and thank you for honouring me with your life.