I also have a tiny americana, her name is colonel sandy. When she was about 3 days old I thought I was going to lose her, she would not eat, or drink, and all she wanted to do was sleep. I gave her a mixture of gatorade diluted with water, and gave to her with an eye dropper. Made scrambled eggs mixed with mash. Went to bed telling myself that I did all I could do, and that mother nature will run it's course. I was hoping when I got up that I would not have to bury her. (This is my first time raising chickens) I got up in the morning and she was running around eating, drinking and acting like nothing happened. She sweetest ones and loves cuddles. I wonder if she knows what I tried to do that night.
She is still the smallest of the 3. When she has had enough of the other's antics, she will get in a corner take a running start, puts her head down and rolls them over like bowling pins. It is so funny when I she her in action. She stands her ground with my delaware and wynadotte and the other americana. I would not be surprised if she ends up as the top bird. Small but tough.
This is the picture taken right after. Wilber wasn't to happy about the flash waking him up.
