Fatherless chicks

I'm running into a lot of problems feeding these chicks. The largest, haven't found a name for him yet, is so used to being fed by mummy that a syringe isn't his idea of getting himself fed. I have to coax him gently, which takes time, before he would take in the formula this way.

The youngest and smallest is probably the most vulnerable. He never gets heard nor fed. His crop is never full and thankfully, I check on him often enough to make sure he doesn't go hungry. I don't know if he'll survive this fiasco. I hope so, because he's the one most eager to be fed. But he's tiny, compared to the rest, and we all know that parent birds never bother about the weakest - it's like they cannot hear him peep.

I will do some pictures tomorrow.