I got 18 chicks in the mail yesterday. This morning I thought five of them were dead. I spent the whole day dreading coming home for fear more had died. Then I got home and found the ones I thought were dead weren't. They're still not in great shape, but I think they'll all live but one. That one is still alive, but it doesn't look good. I have it here tucked inside my shirt against my skin. Every once in a while it twitches or makes some kind of little noise. I'm afraid to fall asleep for fear I'll crush it.