Sadly, we decided that he may have to be "retired" from his position as flock leader - it seemed the power had gone to his head.
We weren't the only ones who had noticed his threatening moves. Harley, our border collie, who frequently joined us during our chores, began to run Spartacus off when he approached and guard our backs whenever Spartacus was nearby. The final straw came when he physically attacked our teen-aged nephew last week. No one was harmed and no blood was drawn during the incident, though Spartacus did some unplanned flying off the toe of a boot.
It was decided, Spartacus had to go. He must have known he was on the way out, being "booted" so to speak. We'll never know what was going through his mind last night. We'll never know if it was an accident or if Spartacus really did choose to fall on his sword rather than be demoted.
Whatever the reason, we found him gasping and almost dead, head clamped in the cattle chute head holder. We'd like to assume he fell or flew towards the gate, slid down, and got stuck accidentally. Otherwise, it's just too sad.
-M