from my Farm King. It's that glorious thing called 'chick days'. They had one all alone in one room, that looked like it had a few minutes to live, and another in a room of probably, 50 day-olds, lying on it's back being chewed on. I got the girl and asked her to put the two of them alone together in a single room. She promptly did that, as I watched for a while, I got the bright idea of asking her to give them to me, to see if I could save them. She brought the manager over and I suggested I would take them home, instead of them dying in there and their customers finding the store inept, in the matters of chick raising. she agreed and handed them over. I got them home settled in a heated box. They perked up some, had a bite, a drink, and the smallest of the two has begun pecking the eyes of the other. I mean grabbing onto, and pulling the lid! It'd rather hideous. These are the only infants I have .I have them seperated right now, and wondering of any other suggestions that may allow them to be together. I know they are social beings. I feel bad they are apart, but worse about the abuse. Thanx, Debbie