I hear you! I spent the morning in my cockerel pen making sure the bottom guy could get some water and feed. He is on my cull list for the next time we have a morning we can process on. But he still needs to have some quality of life in the meantime. I literally squatted down by the waterer, practically right over him, and kept the others back so he could get a drink, poor little guy.
Him and the large Barnvelder that isn’t quite respectful enough of my space, and the last of the little white devils (not Sammy), well husband and I are sort of at odds on him, but I think long term he should probably go, are on the list for joining freezer camp. Maybe one of the younger Barnvelders as well, but I’m not sure which.
There needs to be some sort of Chicken Peacekeeping medal or something for these sorts of days...