Hatching from your own eggs is good. Really rewarding. I enjoy it. Problem. I hatched some mixed eggs from the unsegregated flock over this fall. And I have fallen squarely on the horns of a dilemma. Of one of the last hatches, I'd guess they're about two or three weeks old were two chicks, that I KNEW by their coloring, had to be D Sizzle mixes. One appears to be Delaware and Splash Sizzle going an odd partridge blue at this point. His name is Toad. The other is Birchen Sizzle to Barred Rock, and appears to be heading toward a mix of both. He's got a birchen face mark, and is barring. Now they're culls. Well, they should be. Except that they are absolute hoots and the friendliest chicks in the brooder. Doesn't help that I'm momma because both needed help hatching after the dogs helped me drop some eggs and I had to wax them. I open the brooder they hop on my lap. Both have willowish legs, almost a suggestion of Muffing, and well, darn them, they're killing me. I'll get pics. This is not supposed to happen. Especially with Toad. He likes to sit on my shoulder as I type. Sigh. Yo, Cher, they're culls, doesn't seem to be working on my ear drums.