6 weeks old
4 stories filed under 6 weeks old on Alektorophobia. The newest of them: “How to stop your big hens from gobbling up the baby chick feed”, “Four Serama chicks, one lady, three gents: vent sexing got us clucked”, and “Tractor Supply says Barred Rock, but who's really clucking calling the shots?”. Oh, the classic hen heist, your big ladies see that chick feed and suddenly it's a five-star buffet they *must* destroy. Well, color me clucked! Chickens. Everything there is to know about chickens and the fear of them. The list below is every 6 weeks old story on Alektorophobia, newest first.
How to stop your big hens from gobbling up the baby chick feed
Oh, the classic hen heist, your big ladies see that chick feed and suddenly it's a five-star buffet they *must* destroy. I feel your pain. You've done the hard work of integrating Cruella and her crew, and now you just want to feed the babies without playing bouncer every ten minutes. The trick is making the chick feed inaccessible to the big goons. A simple DIY solution: cut a small entrance in a brooder box or tote that only the six-week-olds can squeeze through. The hens will huff and puff, but they can't follow. It's fowl play at its finest, and it buys you peace of mind. For more flock drama, check out our piece on "Your Speckled Sussex Is Doing Something Weird."
Four Serama chicks, one lady, three gents: vent sexing got us clucked
Well, color me clucked! Six weeks in and those "four lovely ladies" are looking an awful lot like a trio of rowdy gents with one lone hen. Vent sexing, am I right? It's the ultimate fowl play, you trust the expert, and then the feathers start coming in and suddenly you've got a bachelor party on your hands. At this age, those boys are probably starting to show off those saddle feathers and pointy hackles, while your girl is staying round and demure. I'd say your gut is spot on: three handsome roos and one lucky lady. Just think of it as nature's way of keeping things egg-citing!
Tractor Supply says Barred Rock, but who's really clucking calling the shots?
So, Tractor Supply said Barred Rock, but at six weeks old, this little lady is already giving off some serious "who's really clucking calling the shots?" energy. I mean, sure, the label says one thing, but have you seen the attitude on her? I'm all for a good feathered mystery, and honestly, the suspense is half the fun. It's like she knows she's got us all guessing, and she's loving every second of it. Whether she turns out to be a classic or a delightful surprise, one thing's for sure: she's already got the personality to rule the roost.
Six weeks of feathered chaos and they're already ruling the roost!
Six weeks old today! That's the sweet spot where Black Copper Marans go from "fluffy potato" to "feathered teenager with opinions." They're growing fast, and honestly, it's a little egg-citing to watch. You've got to admire the commitment to raising these beauties, even if they're already plotting their great escape from the brooder. I can't help but feel a pang of envy for anyone who gets to see those copper hackles shine in person. For more feathered friend fun, check out "Chickens Got Her Good! A Backyard Poultry Adventure" for another round of relatable fowl play. These little dinosaurs are the best kind of chaos, and I'm here for every second of it.