She made it. After an hour or so she was moving her head and opening her eyes for short periods. I could not interest her in any food or water. I kept the fire going and kept rotating the bricks. At one point I rolled her over onto a dry part of the towel and she decided to sit up. After a brief look around she tucked her head and went back to sleep. She would chirp whenever she heard me approach or walk away. Some time later she soiled the towel so I decied to move her to a box with the warm bricks and some food and water. She slept a couple more hours. About 3:30 she came out of the box walking around. I went over and pecked at the food with my finger and she quickly went to work at it herself. She was clearly recovered. She was intent on leaving the box to explore the front room so I decided to move her to the garage. Later, she got in a broiler box with the chicks so I moved her to the breezeway which was dark at the time meaning she would go to sleep. This morning she seems fine. I am letting her stay in the garage again until the weather warms a bit, maybe Monday.
When I picked her up I thought she was dead and even when I discovered she was alive I gave her a slim chance of surviving. Now it looks as if she'll live out her life as an egg layer. If she can only avoid the pitfalls of farm life for 10-12 more weeks.
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