He (or she) is now getting the Molasses flush from Celtic receipe until 3 a.m. He's got trouble working his legs, but has calmed down. For some reason, he really really wants to be in the draining fish pond (from 1930 with rough concrete and stone sides). Even after we drug him out the first time, he went back while I was in posting for help. He sort of flops himself with his wings to move. He really banged his face up, and has miner wonds around the beak, neck, and head. I'm guessing from flopping everywhere, and over the old rocks and into the ucky ponds. Will be fencing it off tomarrow.
He is now confined in a giant lawnmower box in the spare bedroom with the flush. He breathes a little wheezy, but I did not view anything obstructing the throat though. Did find a brown leaf (old, rotting) near him, but it could have came from his feathers. I've rinsed him, but he still reaks of old leafy water. If he drank that, and its fowl as it smells, I'd better keep the rest of the molassis handy in case anyone else falls ill. I may decide to but everyone in the barn tomarrow while I'm working from 8-1 with a flush, just to be safe.