Well, somehow the little yellow chick which had gone missing reappeared during the rain storm and at this point, all three babies and Mrs. Baby are in the coop where there are shelters galore for them.
As well as the unhatched eggs. So we shall see.
The problem is that we are meddlers, we humans, and we want to DO something. This, of course, is what has led to the complete over-medicalization of childbirth and does no one any good and certainly not chickens. So we're trying to let things be, having provided safe shelter, food and water.
Isn't this exciting?
Also, I have done a little research and it would appear that standard chickens can mate with banties. I would be thrilled beyond belief to have a miniature replica of Elvis running around. Now wouldn't that just be lovely?