No, from the way he walked I think he had a damaged leg higher up in the feathery bit. He could put his foot on the ground but he wasn't going to be running across the garden to the no-mess mix.Obviously not that disadvantaged, then.
. . . chicks dig scars . . .
He did manage to stay on his lady pigeons from what I saw and gave them a fine display beforehand of studly pigeonness so he obviously had no hang-ups about his deformity.
He got stuck with Hoppy because I didn't want to be presumptuous about his gender on first acquaintance.Should have named him Speckled Jim.
My neighbour also named him - Hopalong Cassidy. It's all go round here, I tells ya.