Just an update: Chick number six is moving around very well. His legs are still a bit weird (def. not splayed, just not working right), but he has some powerful will power. When he managed to come out of that egg, it honestly looked like he was at death's door and would pass very soon. Now, he's eating and drinking like a champ, and is back with the other chicks. Funny thing, when I put him back in to see how they would react, he chased after them and tried to bite their toes. Guess he wanted to make it clear that he wasn't food. He group snuggles with all the others now. So cute!
I don't think his legs will ever be right, but that'll be fine. I appreciate how tough he is, and will be keeping him as a pet if he keeps on thriving like this. It might sound silly, but I think he recognizes me. Whenever I open the brooder to check up on him, he comes running to me and peeps. Every other chick in there utterly ignores me unless I'm putting out more feed!
Out of the six eggs that are left, one is pipped, two are peeping and one rocks every so often. So hopefully, I'll have more buttons by the end of my birthday tomorrow. My cots should be hatching after my birthday. I'm going to be up to my eyeballs in fuzz butts!