I bought my BBS Orpington eggs from a member of this forum, Tuffoldhen, years ago. I bought 6 and put them under Mumu and she hatched 4. I got a black hen, a blue hen, a splash rooster, and a black rooster (that was the one named Pansy). Was so funny to watch this tiny little silkie hen mothering those chicks that outgrew her so quickly. She was still trying to sit on them when they were nearly twice her size!
The splash died, but the rest I have had all these years. We named the black rooster Pansy because he grew so big, so fast but kept his baby peep voice for a long time so hubby made fun of him all the time and said he sounded like a big pansy. He grew so big and heavy that, as he got older, he walked funny and was prone to leg problems because he still insisted on roosting up high and jumping off each day. Despite his limp, he was the master of the flock and since he has been in that position nearly ever chick that hatches here has been black! He was very good at making sure his genes were passed on, that's for sure.
He was so big that people were often scared of him, but he was totally a gentle giant. Since he started limping and acting stiff in his joints over the past year I would often look at him walking by and think that maybe I should cull him...but then he was bright eyed and didn't seem to be in any pain so I had resolved myself to keeping an eye on him and putting him down if he ever got bad enough that it was a kindness to do so. Having already made that decision and thinking I had already come to terms with the idea, it was a shock to find him lying there next to the door of the coop and realize I was not at all ready to let him go. And to see his adoptive momma, Mumu, lying a few feet away...well, there are no words to describe how that feels. Needless to say, if I find out the feed was the cause I am going to have some not-very-nice words with the feed mill.