UPDATE THREE YEARS LATER: Just after my last post, a friend and her son "chicken sat" while we were on vacation and named our girl "Lolo". A few weeks after she started bearing weight again, Lolo's toes started falling off...not gruesome, the ends just shriveled up and fell off. She was left with two very usable stubby feet (already healed over). She learned to walk again, using her wings to balance and we were super excited when she started laying eggs again--this seemed to be a sign that her body was done healing. Once the weather warmed up we moved her back out to the coop, where it was difficult to watch the pecking order being reestablished, but she made it. Lolo learned to perch on her little feet and became very good at flying from place to place when she wanted to be fast. Three years later she is still thriving and is our oldest chicken (and the only one with a name).
