I went out to feed tonight and found Falla dead! Somehow, she had gotten her horn caught on the manger, flipped over, and strangled herself. UGGGHHHH!!!!! This was one of my most prized yearlings. Not the friendliest of girls, but with valuable new bloodlines to our flock. She was bred to Finn, and since he carries spotting, those lambs would have been spotted beauties. It's times like this that I kick myself, thinking, why didn't I go out to feed before starting dinner? What could I have done to prevent this? She will certainly be missed. Her brother is Fudge, and now I'm really glad that we used him as a breeding lamb last year, so the genetics won't be totally lost. Even with a flock of 40 ewes, I find losses like this very sad.