We lost our dear Abigail during the night. She has gone back to Iceland. This is the thought that many Icelandic breeders like to believe, and I do too. She was such a nice ewe, not our largest, but a nice muscular frame. I don't know for sure what happened, but I suspect she died of bloat. She just couldn't handle all of the new grazing that she had access to. She left behind a set of lambs, barely a month old. They are as wild as March hares, so we will have to learn how to nurture them and keep them healthy. Raising sheep, always an adventure. Sometimes good, sometimes bad. Always worth it!