Tragedy has struck

We had one of our wethers die on us during the summer. We did everything we could to save it. There was no discernible reason and even after putting our heads together and asking others, we just couldn't figure it out. Turns out you can get an "autopsy" on animals - it's called a necropsy. The results showed that it died from coccidiosis. This small bacterium is carried by all sorts of birds and of course our chickens took the blame. Not the flocks of wild geese that rest in our fields, nor the turkeys, nor the ducks, just my chickens. Not that we have many left... The skunks, raccoons, possums, and turkey vultures have eaten all but about 10.
We thought we had the problem licked, but it has reared its ugly head during the last week or so. You see the temperature has really dropped with a rain/snow combination and any little problem that hasn't been completely fixed tends to pop up during worse conditions. Yup, we went out and found another dead sheep. Since it was Christmas Day, there wasn't much we could do.
El Jefe found another drug that promises to work and arranged to purchase a gallon from our local vet. Much "doctoring" has to be done on our own. The vets around here don't want anything to do with sheep! Fortunately El Jefe grew up on a ranch and has a good background in treating animals so he can usually figure out what to do. If we can treat before the animals get sick, we can save them. So we are spending all our free time treating sheep when we would much rather be doing anything else in the warmth than out in the frozen field.
So far so good. Everyone looks bright and cheery, even the mamas-to-be.