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If possible, house poults with chicks. They need a lot of social interaction and reminders to eat, drink, and sleep. They're super social, and when it comes to crowds, the more the merrier with them. Also, try to give them toys--stuff to peck at like pipe cleaners, shiny ribbons, cat toys. They need stuff to investigate or they'll get bored and might peck at each other. Girls seem to need more cuddling, and boys need stuff to peck at and fight with (my two cents, but both may need both). Red is a great color for toys because they're attracted to it like flies on poo. Poults without enough company and interaction will forget to eat, drink, get out of heat or go under heat. Generally, it's not stupidity so much as a preoccupation with finding their parent. They get anxious without parents and often times won't sleep unless the parent is present, especially as very young poults. Sleep deprivation does awful things to all living creatures. They're not trying to die, but they haven't had as many years in domestication as chickens and just aren't as independent as chicks.
That rescue rooster, dubbed Ambrose Burnsides, is the sweetest guy, and I'm almost 100% sure he's an EE. He's not "game" enough. His feet are a malnutrition/poor footing issue, I'm sure, so they shouldn't pass to the next generation. His tail has straightened out, and I almost never see it bent anymore. Think it was just held bent because he didn't have room to turn around for so long.
He has a splendid, low, kinda warbly, very funny crow that isn't irritating and doesn't happen too late or too early. He doesn't let his feet stop him from anything and will cheerfully roost 4 ft up or even in a tree. He's not terribly fleet running, but that makes him easier to catch (and he's never run from me anyway, but he's always fast enough to get away from the dog). He would love a place with more ladies, since the only hen here is broody, and he's in that dreadful libido stage (but is a really, really good boy about it, all things considered).
He did attack my foot once, but in his defense, the vein he tried to pull off the top of my foot really was bulging out and didn't look like part of me, I guess. He'd launched into it like it was a snake or something--big threat warning call and everything. Acted really surprised when I yelled and footballed him, but he hasn't attacked anything since. I hadn't realized how swollen my feet were til he did that, but I've been trying to wear compression socks more often, decrease salt, yada yada since.
@faerydust16 has agreed to take him (and all the other birds here) when we move, but since she's coming to your place for the CX processing, it might be cool for you to borrow him til then.
He's about as perfect a rooster as I've ever met, and I'm so glad to have met him. If I'm ever able to take him back, I'll do it in a heartbeat.
He and Jake Jake are great pals. As much as I picked him up for Kate, I picked him for Jake, who needed another man about the yard to pal around with.