Sokka, in the eternal quest for that leaf on the other side of the fence, got his horns stuck overnight and couldn’t move for hours. Ironically, if he’d had scurs, there is a good chance they would have just snapped off. But he has true horns. I was not certain until this incident, but I sure found out right away. Anyway because it was just his horns, his only problem was dehydration and fatigue.
I found him because I always make sure there are 14 sheep in the field when I give hay or pellets and go looking if they aren’t all there. And there were only 13. So I go up the mountain and find him stuck and breathing hard. I got him some water and massaged his legs, which had gone to sleep when the rest of him hadn’t. He had a lot of trouble standing upright, but still had an appetite and took the water, so we were optimistic. He was scared, but willing to try standing once he had some water in him.
I stayed with him for a while, letting him try to stand and keeping him from rolling onto his back. By the time my husband could be home to help, he was limp-walking on his own for a few feet. We got some Nutri-Drench in him and he rallied after that, walking all the way down the mountain to join the flock. They were solicitous and welcomed him back.
So far he is eating and drinking pretty normally, and spending a lot of time sitting around. If he makes it through today, he is probably fine. And as is always the case with the sheep, once he was walking normally, he moved away from the two-legs who saved his life as fast as his little lamb legs could take him.