We had quite a scare this morning when our 5-week-old jumping bean woke us up with the sound of cries outside our window. We think he had been stuck and flailing for a while, because Jason jumped out of bed and ran out there to find him still, with his leg caught in a chair, surrounded by his whole herd looking on sympathetically and helplessly.
Jason brought him inside and he wouldn't even try to stand up. I snuggled him in bed and imagined the worst, going down the internet rabbit hole of internet forums about people's goats going lame, losing their legs, even dying from getting caught up in something and injured.
It was absolutely terrifying and heartbreaking to think of this dominant, spritely little guy that I swaddled just hours after his birth being "broken." Worst goat mom ever were the words running through my head. He wouldn't even try to stand up. I think he was in total shock, because he just nustled into me tight like the secret mama's boy he is.
Low and behold, after RICEing (Rest-Ice-Compress-Elevate), two hours of mama cuddles, some massage, and a few prayers, the little guy got up and moving again. He was back to hopping and dancing with only the slightest limp by the afternoon.