This is Cricket, the littlest BFL wether.
He spent the night at the vet hospital, getting a blood transfusion. He's in slightly better shape than Bumblebee was.
When I found Cricket down I put him and Johnny Blue in the car before I even spoke to the vet. It was a regular business day though, so they were able to get blood from the sheep barn. (The ag school has a sheep barn -- I should have guessed.) Johnny got to return home untouched. We'll save him for an after hours emergency.
Today I'm taking Firefly (behind Cricket in the first picture) and Ladybug in for tests, before they go down. If the entire flock eventually goes down...well, I can't really even go there. In the meantime, I have to find alternative pasture for these guys. Somehow. The vet says they shouldn't go in with the existing flock for several months.
It's interesting to me, that Jethro and Ellie Mae, the littlest Black Welsh lambs who are even younger than these guys, are absolutely thriving. They are with their mothers. I will think long and hard before I ever consider taking a lamb freshly removed from its mom again. I am newly astonished that bottle babies ever survive.