This morning one of my shearlings was lying on her side with her head at a funny angle. I watched for a moment and couldn't see her breathing and thought she was dead.
I was too frightened to get close so called OH. He went into the field, she got up, wee'd, poo'd and ate some grass and looked at me as if to say "what's all the fuss about". Oh well, I guess I will get used to their ways.
Sally