When my chicken sparky was a baby, we picked him up at a farm store. He almost died over night. He didn't though, thank goodness. After that we named him sparkle. About a month later we realized he was a guy, and renamed him sparky. When he got older, he struggled as the runt. After all, he was the only chicken from the pan fry special. One day, the other chickens wouldn't let him eat or drink. He was so mad that he rammed into the other chick, witch went flying out of the box. This act of heroism let every other chick know that he was the boss, and he wouldn't take no for an answer.