I had one I named Gimpy. He was born with a crooked leg,that was much shorter than the other. I watched him grow up,hobbling along trying to keep up with Mom and his siblings,and he did keep up,and did grow up. He still hobbles along,but he made it.
Some how, when born with a disability, they know no other way. She'll be just fine.
An' she's a good lookin' hen too!, bet she'll make a good mommy.
We had one with no beak, Poor li'l feller hadda eat from a cup, so that he could bury his whole face in th' feed to get a bite.
But he did well for a couple years, then th' varmits got him. But he'd still scratch an' act like he was peckin', he'd call hens, and they'd flock around him, 'cause he couldn't peck 'em.