The bottle lamb spent the night in little fort I made of moving boxes, warmed by an electric blanket.  He was alive though still not very vigorous in the morning, but I decided that his best chance of coming around would be bonding with his mother, so I moved him out to the barn late in the morning.

Despite a few more tube feedings, he wasn’t really coming around, and I’m pessimistic that he’ll make it.

Then later in the afternoon, I noticed hooves poking out from behind another ewe.

And though the ewe was a first-time mother, she seemed to have read the manual.