No list of triumphs today. No projects undertaken. Sometimes life is just hard and discovering one of our lambs down with flystrike this morning was just a bit too much for me. We treated her, watched her, inspected the two flocks, and then retreated inside for a quiet day. Because sometimes you need to take the day off.

This afternoon at feed time we searched for her in all the usual places the invalids like to hide out; the back of the barn, beside the watertank, along the fence lines…and then we did a recount.

There she is, front and centre! Hanging out with the flock. Could this be a happy ending? The jury’s out.