I managed to bribe my husband and get some help from him. I made a hammock from a clean kitchen towel and spread it across his lap, with his knees a part, which made a V shape to nest Henry upside down, so his injuries would be suspended between my husband's thighs. While he held Henry's wings together, and I snipped sticky feathers from honey and cleaned his underside with a homemade saline solution, Henry decided to take a nap and closed his eyes. Of course, whenever he closes his eyes, I never know if he's going to wake up, but Henry is now safely back on his resting station, in front of the warmer, eating mash and salmon. So the boy lives! What I found on his undercarriage was a green/tan wound, a couple of them actually. I think you'd call them superficial: not deep at all but more than an abrasion. Skin is missing in a few places. There's green bruising, but there's also a dull, non-shiny greenish/tan in-fill in the wounds. I'm not sure if it's discolored chicken fat or pus. For round one, I cleaned and trimmed. Feathers are messy business. I can't imagine what it would be like working at a down feather pillow factory. I let him rest for an hour, gave him some more arnica, and then for round two I doused his wounds with saline in a syringe, patted it dry (not sure if you're supposed to do that or let it air dry), and then treated with honey. I also cleaned his bottom and removed more feathers from that area. He bit me when I placed him upright on his resting station. That's Henry for you, a proud rooster even when someone is cutting off all of his feathers. And I just have to say, I still don't know where his man part is located, the one that makes baby chickens. Any clue? Because I sure looked. The whole day was about Henry's underside, so I haven't recoated his other wounds with honey yet. This has allowed me to observe them throughout the day. No seepage at all on any of them. But they are deep and grotesque, and that's why my husband had such a hard time helping me. I don't blame him one bit. He's calming down and eating now (Henry is calming down and eating, I should say), and soon I'll bring in another comfort chicken so they can eat some greens together. Oh, I thoroughly examined his lame leg and don't see any obvious wounds. Could he have a break that isn't visible? His feet and toes are warm, and he did very slightly move his leg when I did something he didn't like. I'm just glad I didn't find more wounds to tend to. The poor boy is already half a rooster with all the feathers I've had to remove. Okay, that's it for now. Thanks for the constant encouragement.