Yesterday my foster mom lost three of her 4-week old chicks (dark Brahmas), so I brought the remaining four in and put them with my 3-week olds. Everything was fine until a couple of hours ago when the littlest chick of the older group (probably a cockeril) decided to fight one of the younger guys (also probably a roo). They were going at it pretty hot and heavy, so I pulled the little guy out (who is much smaller than the younger one but really giving it a beating). He has been on and off my lap and running (and pooping) all over my desk for the last two hours. He's even trying to help type. I guess I'm mommy. I don't have a clue what to do with him now. He just earned his name - Big Bad John!
