So, by 2:30 am I was crying in bed because my Carmine was dead. Turns out, he's just a really sound sleeper. At about 4:00 am, he started crowing. I thought he was loud outside! Bouncing around in this tiny house, it's like being back on a construction site. Nevertheless, it was the sweetest sound I've heard in a long time. He's doing much better today. I think he was in shock for most of yesterday, just standing there blankly and bleeding. His wattle looks much better. It's amazing how such a tiny booboo produced so much blood and looked so scary yesterday. His toe is another story. It's had time to swell up and turn black from bruising. If it were my toe, I'd be whining like a baby. Hopefully a couple of days rest will set it straight. I wish I could let him out in the house, like I do the girls. A little voice in my head is saying, you don't want to clean up that mess. I do feel compelled to bathe him , however. We'll see how that goes.