chicken trust
3 stories filed under chicken trust on Alektorophobia. The newest of them: “When you're not sure if your chickens love your attention or just tolerate it”, “This mystery chick thinks you're a perch: should you be worried or flattered”, and “When your feathered friends decide your shoulders are prime real estate”. That moment when you catch your chicken staring at you with one eye, and you just *know* they're judging your life choices. A one-month-old mystery chick decided your lap was the perfect perch, and now you're left wondering if this is love or a setup for some serious fowl play. Chickens. Everything there is to know about chickens and the fear of them. The list below is every chicken trust story on Alektorophobia, newest first.
When you're not sure if your chickens love your attention or just tolerate it
That moment when you catch your chicken staring at you with one eye, and you just *know* they're judging your life choices. /u/ASoonToBeMrs captures the eternal poultry paradox perfectly: are we their beloved humans or just the weird giants who bring the scratch grains? I've been there, standing in the run, offering a handful of mealworms while my feathered friends give me that side-eye that says "fine, but don't think this makes us friends." The beauty of chicken companionship is that you never quite know where you stand, and honestly, that's what keeps it egg-citing. If you're questioning your flock's affection, you're in good company. For more cluck-tastic confusion, check out our exclusive on the mystery chick found at a magic show.
This mystery chick thinks you're a perch: should you be worried or flattered
A one-month-old mystery chick decided your lap was the perfect perch, and now you're left wondering if this is love or a setup for some serious fowl play. I've never had a chicken warm up to me that fast, so I'd say you've been officially adopted. This is actually pretty normal behavior for a young bird seeking comfort and warmth, he's not plotting your doom, he's just cozy. Will he outgrow it? Maybe, but then again, maybe you've got a lifelong cuddler on your hands. For more tales of unexpected chicken antics, check out "Puffy gets three meals a day and still acts like I'm the enemy", because sometimes our feathered friends keep us guessing.
When your feathered friends decide your shoulders are prime real estate
So your shoulders have become prime chicken real estate. I feel this on a spiritual level, there's something both flattering and absolutely terrifying about being chosen as the designated perch. One minute you're standing still, the next you're hosting a feathered friend who clearly thinks you're a tree. It's the kind of fowl play that makes you laugh nervously while praying they don't decide to test their balance mid-step. For anyone who's ever wondered if this is normal or just another chapter in the cluck-tastic chaos of chicken keeping, you're in good company. If you need more reassurance, our piece on "Your Speckled Sussex Is Doing Something Weird" might help you sleep better.