This was one of mine when we lived in Florida. When she was just a couple months old, she went lame in one leg and spent a month or so recuperating on our enclosed porch (that's where she laid her 1st egg!). She learned to compensate by using a wing in place of the lame leg. While she liked me ok, she
loved DH. She'd go limping toward him whenever she saw him, he'd pick her up and take her for walks around the yard. Of course, the other chickens didn't care for her so we built a separate run for her and her own little indoor coop.
This is Taylor:
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