Wow, these 22 little guys are heavy and shaped like little bowling balls. I kept calling them "the fatties" at work today because they ate and ate and ate and ate. They did NOTHING else.
After having "normal" chickens that run and scratch and cluck, I can see why people refer to the commercial meat breed as heavily inbred. The poor things don't have nice feathers, and they seem completely bogged down by their oversize and weight -- like an obese toddler who wants to jump around but can only waddle short distances. There's an "ick" factor in it all -- even though we all eat this type of chicken when we buy from the grocery store. It will be a good experience for me, but I'm not sure I'll do it again.