Braveheart was one of the weaker chicks that needed help hatching last week. He was smaller than everyone else and he tottered on his stubby little legs and was often knocked down by the stampeding batch. I was going to let nature take its course but Braveheart had such a will to live. Each day this past week I found him outside of the heat lamp circle, clutching to life. I put him in the incubator with next months batch to warm him up and he quickly recuperated. I need to know how many calories a little chick needs daily and how to get him to eat on his own. I am not sure I am feeding him enough. He has access to food and water but doesn't eat on his own, however, he gobbles down the watered down cooked cream-of-wheat that I feed him with a syringe. I also feed him dried egg yolk. Each day I put him back with his flock for a while for exercise and companionship with the hope that he will start pecking at food like his siblings. Between feedings, I dip his beak into the water dish and into the scratch but he isn't getting the idea. At night I put him back in the incubator to keep warm till morning. If he dies, he dies. But I need to know that I have done everything I can to help him because he certainly has the desire to live.