The 25 chicks will turn out to be half roosters and will be sent to freezer camp if good homes for them cannot be found. That is the sad part of raising animals. The males' fate is more often than not, meat.
I am thankful that I have overcome my phobia of birds by raising chickens for the past two years and am grateful to the chickens for their work around the farm and of course for their eggs. There is nothing quite like a bright orange egg yolk from a farm fresh egg.