Well before bed, the little one was up, making a racket, wandering around and attempting to run from me. I did end up going to the barn and trying to milk some ewes - in the dark. I didn't get much - I even tried the goat. But, I managed about 2 oz all told. She sucked it back, had another nap and was raring to go. So I put another sweater on her and put her back out in the barn under the heat lamps. Sadly this morning, I found her outside the barn, dead. I was so discouraged. And I felt so guilty. I went through a bunch of 'should-a's, but it was pointless. I did discover last night, though that her mamma didn't have a lot of milk, and she was a twin. Which explained why she was weak enough to get hypothermic in the first place. A tough reality. The hardest part of this life as a shepherdess.