One of the lambs born on the 20th didn’t make it through the full twenty-four hours. He was one of the twins born to our black faced Suffolk in with the Borerays. He’d been fine on the 20th, but by yesterday he was very unwell, unable even to get up. His mother was trying to persuade him up, but he just didn’t have the energy. I made up and fed him some colostrum, thinking that maybe he didn’t get enough milk from his mum, but it didn’t help and he died a short while later. The ewe sat with him, until I took him away. Poor little thing.