What a scare. It's not like human bloat, cattle bloat is fast and fatal.
I did a mid afternoon check and found sweet Cowboy laying on his side, which isn't completely unheard of, especially for a youngster like him. I see it every day.
What was new was an outstretched leg, very much like you'd see on a road-kill deer in July. My heart leapt and so did I.
I don't really remember even opening the gate, but I was at his side in short order and so relieved to find him still alive. But he was in trouble. A lot of trouble, unable to roll prone because of the gas-filled rumen, I had to do his lifting. Back legs first, then he did his front legs.
Now I know why they get up back legs first....because out came a large burp....right before the front legs sprang up. At least I knew his "burper" was working, I had something.
I walked him a bit whilst feeling his side...an overblown bouncy ball. Ugh. I left him to grab my phone from Gusty on my way to the kitchen for dish-soap.
I wasn't sure what I was going to do with the soap, I just remembered from my teachings that my mentor used it successfully, Dr. Google would do the rest. The alternative is a hypo into the gas ball. The vet would be 30 minutes away and I didn't think he had that much time. Onward with the soap.
Running back, I was horrified to find Willis pushing Cowboy around the paddock. Not at all gently either, like Mors or Big Brown would do. It was an ass kicking, to be sure, and I couldn't run fast enough. Stoooooppppp!
As it turns out, once again, the cattle take care of their own. Put away the soap, put the phone back in your pocket, we got this, human.
That aggressive shove
-around had put his burping on a fast track and he was completely deflated. *big puffy sparkly hearts*
In hindsight, I also realized that the yearling shoving him around was also the yearlying I'd shoved out of the way to help Cowboy to his feet. He was already getting ready to help the boy to his feet. Blush. What a butt-in-ski I am. Haha
Now. What happened? I know exactly what happened. Sweet Cowboy didn't finish chewing his food. Drunk on a hay and alfalfa blend with a side of warm breeze made him fall asleep before he'd completed his cud chewing. The adult cattle do it all the time....chew chew chew...eyes closed...chew chew. What's different from them, is he didn't keep his head upright. He zonked out. Can't blame him, really, it was a gorgeous day. But bubbles like to rise to the top, they can't do that if his head is on the ground.
How do I prevent this from happening again? I don't. I'll just have to trust that the herd will take care of him...they got this, human.