Around 9 PM in the yard I found a first-time mom with a small lamb that had a plaintive, hungry baa that told me it might not be alive in the morning. I had to get mother and lamb inside the barn and into a jug, a 4'x4' plywood cubicle, to milk colostrum from the mother and to tube the colostrum into the lamb with a 60 cc syringe fitted with a rubber tube that I slide down the lamb's throat into its stomach for delivery.
Flashlight in hand I trailed the ewe and lamb (holding it before her, a carrot to her maternal instinct) through the crowd of gestating ewes about 50 yards to the barn door and inside to a communal pen which held the jugs.
Fortunately the ewe had milk and I tubed the lamb probably saving its life. I then color coded it to the ewe, 3 purple dots sprayed on the back of each, and I dipped the lamb's navel in iodine, then gave the ewe good hay and water before I said good night. Tomorrow should be busy...