So I know this is a super old thread, but I had this happen with my porcelain d'Uccle rooster, too. Last year maybe October he'd limped, I put him in his own area, he got better, I let him out. Then a month later, he started limping again. The second time I figured it must have been a rehurt sprain from the first time, and I was in the middle of moving and didn't put him in his own area. After about two months he wasn't getting better. I'd examined both legs, no bumblefoot ( first thing checked for), legs seemed to be about the same, the ohe felt a little different but I wasn't sure, so many feathers.
Took him to the vet, figured if they did an x-ray they could tell if it had been broken or sprained or what. Got a different vet from my normal one (normal one asked if it was ok if the different vet saw the chickens, she was pregnant at the time, and it had been a long day). So vet said bumblefoot could go to the bone, but she checked and didn't see any bumblefoot. Said both his legs felt ok, gave an antibiotic and a anti-inflammatory. Neither did anything for him.
He passed away a few months later. I'd held and cuddled him the night before he passed, and I noticed he was really skewed, couldn't look up straight, like something had moved more in his skeletal system, and he was lopsided. He was a really beautiful, sweet boy, that was a hard loss. His name was C.C., short for Conspiratorial Chicken (before I got him as a chick my co-workers told me I needed a white chicken to pet like the white cat the evil villain holds in James Bond movie).
Took him to the vet, figured if they did an x-ray they could tell if it had been broken or sprained or what. Got a different vet from my normal one (normal one asked if it was ok if the different vet saw the chickens, she was pregnant at the time, and it had been a long day). So vet said bumblefoot could go to the bone, but she checked and didn't see any bumblefoot. Said both his legs felt ok, gave an antibiotic and a anti-inflammatory. Neither did anything for him.
He passed away a few months later. I'd held and cuddled him the night before he passed, and I noticed he was really skewed, couldn't look up straight, like something had moved more in his skeletal system, and he was lopsided. He was a really beautiful, sweet boy, that was a hard loss. His name was C.C., short for Conspiratorial Chicken (before I got him as a chick my co-workers told me I needed a white chicken to pet like the white cat the evil villain holds in James Bond movie).
