We went out and Mr. Moon easily grabbed Elvis who was sipping at the water faucet by the garden. It was a bad sign that he wasn't already in the roost. He is always the one who calls the hens in at night. He was out while all the ladies and Mick were already in.
Mr. Moon held his head down (he did not fight at all) and I massaged him from crop to throat and yes, foamy stinky stuff came out. We did that over and over until nothing more issued from his throat and then we put him in the roost.
We have done our best. We patted him and I kissed him and now it is up to his own abilities to heal. We can do this again tomorrow if need be.
And we will.