Teeny weeny baby chicks

Just after our goose Jill produced 11 goslings one of our hens produced 9 baby chicks. I found one of them still wet lying on his back, feet in the air sturggling to get upright. It was obvious he had been discarded by Momma as the other little chicks were walking right over the top of him. I took him inside and blew on him until his feathers fluffed up, gave him a drink of water and a name -Tweetie - original, right? He did not take any food much (I had mixed some starter with water and made a mash) but then I realized that his Momma would chew it first and then drop it in his tiny beak.....so I tried that...Bingo!! I understand from Malcolm that bird's core temp is 102 degrees so I wrapped him up real warm in a sock and kept him inside my teeshirt. He chirped and chirped...this little guy is a real songbird:o) He survived the night which I did not think he would.....so did Malcolm who seemed totally oblivious to the chirping and tweeting all thru the night. Well then this am I noticed Momma out walking her other babies and another little one lagging behind....not wanting to interfere further with nature I just watched from a distance and could see he was having trouble keeping up. All the others would run after her and get in under her wing and she would wait and call and he would chirp and throw himself forward a few inches and then lay there heaving on the ground almost unable to breath. As soon as he would catch up and try to get in under her wing she would take off again! It seemd like an endurance test she was putting them all through. Not able to stand it any longer I chicknapped the little chick who was lagging behind and now the two little fosterchicks are cuddling together and keeping each other warm....they are both eating the stuff I am regurgitating (sp) and drinking tiny droplets of water from a syringe. I was concerned about Momma and the remianing seven chicks being out tonight as it is getting colder and there are strange critters who roam around our place at night.....some neighboring cats and perhaps a coyote and definitely a skunk ...phew! So....I decided I was going to split the hay house into two apartments with Jill & Co in the one side and Momma et al in the second one. Well....I nabbed the chicks one by one while she was putting them through their endurance test and she ran at me three times but missed....I got them all and put them in a washbasked lined with a towel in the hayhouse....and went after her. She was wondering around desperately searching for her babies....poor thing and by the time I could get anywhere close to her the little Houdini's had escaped from the towel-lined washbasket and came running out to her one by one. Before I could grab anybody she was gone on the trot and they were behind her......all passing the endurance test with flying colors. In under the old bathtub they went and I could not get any of them. Then I got three of the chicks and grabbed her by the foot, squaking and screeching I got her into a cage and went looking for the other four chicks....they hid down under the bathtub and I had to move it to grab them. Then I wrapped them up in the towel USPS style and tried to get her out of the cage. Success at last I got her into the hay house and went to grab the USPS towel! Well.....she went straight into the duck's side of the house and caused havoic....when I opened the door and let the seven little chicks in....Jill was hissing and spitting, the eleven little ducklings were half running half flying all over the place, the hen was screaming in the corner with her face hidden under some hay....totally tramatized and the seven little chicks ran straight into the water dish belonging to the ducks!!!!!! I swear I have never in my life found it soooooo hard to help someone. Just went down now and checked and both Mommas are snoozing with all their babies under them and there is not a sound. The two little 'houseguests' are also sleeping with full tummies.Love Josie :o)