RIP Dave

There is always a danger of naming your animals when they're destined for the pot.  However, sometimes we can't help ourselves.

In the last lot of lambs there was one pushy, bullying, greedy fellow that was always knocking the little ones off their bottles and trampling over anyone, sheep or human, in the hope of a little more milk.  So obviously we named him Dave after our own greedy, plate finisher (though I must say that Dave has never actually knocked me over to get to the last chip on my plate).

So it was with sadness this morning we discovered that Dave had died in the night.  Like some biblical warning to the danger of greediness his tum had split - this is Dave the lamb by the way not Dave the husband.  Never again will we have to hold him in a headlock to let the others finish their milk, we'll miss him.

RIP Dave