Thanks Erik - good advice and I'll check out that link. I can totally see how those rapscallion Leghorns could get naughty. The ones I got are turbo charged little punks compared to the Rhode Island Reds, except for that one retarded one. The white ones are like track stars which is odd because I thought the brown ones had the extra butt muscles. That's what Jimmy The Greek's book on backyard chicken husbandry says, but I digress.

I do feel awful about the retarded one. There is something wrong with it for certain. It eats and drinks some, but it just stands there and weeble-wobbles or it's laying down face first in sawdust and doesn't move just like Dad used to do after hitting the bars and mom. It's also only about half the size of the others too and not growing. I'm thinking of giving it the ol' Christopher Reeves treatment and dropping it from a horse. It's got 24 hours to get better or I'm giving it to Dan to ride into battle. Can you imagine the fear in the eyes of his enemies as Dan gallops up on a retarded baby chicken? Cute little saddle, stirrups and matching regiment outfits? A pointy shish-kabab stick as a jousting lance? That chit would be terrifying. I'd turn and run for the hills for certain.

FREEEEEDDDOOMMMM!!!!!!