Large went out to do his morning rounds and found a lamb laying close to death. She is three days old, and we are unsure what happened.
He scooped her up, bundling her under his flannel and brought her into me. Such a compassionate boy for a meat eater. He was on top of pulling out bottles and nipples, getting the formula set out. As I sat with her in my lap warming her. She wouldn't fight.
Young critters sometimes resist you in a way that is very, scarily, similar to death throes. As she started to warm, her body would tense, and her neck would stretch, her head touching her spine. Her eyes were hazy, as her face twitched. So close to death.
I used a syringe to force feed her some warm formula. Our sheep have never been milked, so I keep supplements for all my critters around. She did swallow. That was a great sign, and my heart ached a bit less.
It took hours to get her to stop shivering. But when she did, she stood and peed. But immediately laid back down. This time though, she wasn't on her side. She got all four legs curled up under her. My heart ached a bit less.
She still wouldn't suckle, so I forced fed her some more. The twitchy abated, and she watched us with suspicious glances. Finally she stood again, I set her on the floor, because it is easier for me to deal with critters on my couch; I am the reason we can't have nice things. She had a sticky bowel movement and peed. Then she boldly walked up to the dogs, checking them out. My heart leaped for joy as she leapt in a spook away from me. I placed her back up on the couch, on the blanket I had warmed her with. She took a moment to smell and taste it, then curled up. She looked up at me, her eyes finally cleared. I covered her up, and she fell fast asleep. She is behaving spoiled already.
Today has been good.