
I rushed her up to the house, where fortunately the woodstove was already going, had her on the hot tiles in front of the stove all day (I remembered the stories of farmers putting hypothermic lambs in warm ovens!) while force feeding her mothers milk with molasses and low and behold, by the end of the afternoon she started to perk up! I actually saved one!!
I kept her up at the house overnight, on a warming mat, just in case. By evening she was drinking from a bottle, with a good suckle, so at least that was looking good - now hoping the mom would recognize her and have her nurse again!
Fortunately, I needn't worry - the moment she heard Cookie Doe's tiny bleats she rushed out to meet her, lick her and seemed genuinely happy (and surprised!) her little kid was back safe and sound. Nursing was no issue, at least with a little help from me and the bottle for a few days, as she figured out how to get that enormous teat in her tiny little mouth. As my four year old would say: "good job!"

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