I wasn’t particularly worried when Lefty hung back while the rams and his mother moved to a new paddock. He’s been a little lethargic lately, and hasn’t seemed particularly connected to the rest of the group since his mother stopped nursing him, so I typically move him over to the new grass myself. When I went over to him and saw all the flies, though, I realized that his death wasn’t an exaggeration this time.
I’m not sure what finally did him in, but his circumstances were dire from the beginning, and I’m mostly surprised that he made it this far. I hope his passing was peaceful, but in retrospect, I wonder if it was really a kindness to have kept him going so long.