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2 stories filed under docile on Alektorophobia. The newest of them: “New Chicks, Big Grief, and a Quarantine Cluck-tastic Challenge” and “One Chick's Journey, Another's Goodbye: Egg-citing News from the Coop”. We buried Big Chick with the solemnity she deserved, which honestly just meant I cried into a handful of feathers while her sister judged me from the fence. Well, Franky pulled off the ultimate magic trick: making a nest disappear while sitting on it. Chickens. Everything there is to know about chickens and the fear of them. The list below is every docile story on Alektorophobia, newest first.
New Chicks, Big Grief, and a Quarantine Cluck-tastic Challenge
We buried Big Chick with the solemnity she deserved, which honestly just meant I cried into a handful of feathers while her sister judged me from the fence. Now I'm staring at two Salmon Favorelles who are supposedly 8 or 9 weeks old, but folks, these birds are built like they've been hitting the gym since spring. They're bigger than our Orp was at 9 weeks, and I'm starting to think the lady's calendar was lying. We're two weeks into quarantine, and the coop's ready, but I'm holding off until week four because rushing integration feels like asking for fowl play. Little bud's catching up in size daily, which gives me hope. If anyone's navigated this dance before, drop your wisdom.
One Chick's Journey, Another's Goodbye: Egg-citing News from the Coop
Well, Franky pulled off the ultimate magic trick: making a nest disappear while sitting on it. I am genuinely impressed, and honestly, a little jealous of her chill. Between the cold snap claiming one little one and the chaos of trying to move a protective mama, this update had my heart doing the chicken dance. The image of sliding her nest like a cake out of an oven is pure genius, even if it was a sick, sleep-deprived idea. It's a relief she settled right in with her baby once they were reunited. This is exactly the kind of happy, slightly chaotic news I needed.