The story of Stumpy (to give you hope for your girl)...
Stumpy got lost out in the snow one night and I thought he was a goner. Showed up the next day with severe frost bite on both of his feet, not just his toes. I called my vet and he said that their was nothing that could be done for him. I placed him in a fresh bed in the pen and put food and water so he could get to them... he continued to eat and drink and have a zest for life and seemed to me in not much, if any, pain.
Time passed... both feet turned black and fell off! I created prosthetics from the corners of a plastic milk jug and velcrow. Stumpy learned in no time to walk again and eventually didn't need the prosthetics and walked on his stumps! He didn't like walking on the driveway or other hard surfaces (grating on his bones), but walked normal on soft grass and dirt.
Of course he couldn't jump on and grab the hens anymore but he did his other roosterly duties very well, watching over his hens and calling them for bugs. He lived a good life and seemed to not even notice his loss.
Stumpy was finally snatched by a coyote... such is the life of a free-range chicken.
Good luck with your girl and hope she has as good a life a Stumpy!
ps: Stumpy had even less stumps than your girl.
Stumpy got lost out in the snow one night and I thought he was a goner. Showed up the next day with severe frost bite on both of his feet, not just his toes. I called my vet and he said that their was nothing that could be done for him. I placed him in a fresh bed in the pen and put food and water so he could get to them... he continued to eat and drink and have a zest for life and seemed to me in not much, if any, pain.
Time passed... both feet turned black and fell off! I created prosthetics from the corners of a plastic milk jug and velcrow. Stumpy learned in no time to walk again and eventually didn't need the prosthetics and walked on his stumps! He didn't like walking on the driveway or other hard surfaces (grating on his bones), but walked normal on soft grass and dirt.
Of course he couldn't jump on and grab the hens anymore but he did his other roosterly duties very well, watching over his hens and calling them for bugs. He lived a good life and seemed to not even notice his loss.
Stumpy was finally snatched by a coyote... such is the life of a free-range chicken.
Good luck with your girl and hope she has as good a life a Stumpy!
ps: Stumpy had even less stumps than your girl.
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