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Alektorophobia keeps dog in one place: 3 stories so far. The section currently leads with “New Chicks, Big Grief, and a Quarantine Cluck-tastic Challenge”, “Saying Goodbye to Nugget: A Feathered Farewell and Memorial Ideas”, and “Our feathered friend needs a little Mozart and a lot of love”. 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. Losing Nugget so suddenly is the kind of heartbreak that makes you want to hide under a blanket and cancel the whole day. Chickens. Everything there is to know about chickens and the fear of them. The list below is every dog 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.
Saying Goodbye to Nugget: A Feathered Farewell and Memorial Ideas
Losing Nugget so suddenly is the kind of heartbreak that makes you want to hide under a blanket and cancel the whole day. I'm so sorry for your loss, especially so soon after saying goodbye to your dog. It's a heavy, unfair double blow. Collecting those beautiful tail feathers is such a tender, meaningful way to hold onto him. It's a small act of love when your brain is too foggy to plan a big memorial. Many of us have been exactly where you are, clutching a handful of feathers and feeling lost. The community here understands that grief, and we're all clucking with you in spirit. Take your time, breathe, and know you gave him a wonderful life.
Our feathered friend needs a little Mozart and a lot of love
Oh, my heart. Reading this, I can practically feel that frantic, helpless rush when you hear the commotion and run outside too late. Your poor girl might not have a scratch, but that doesn't mean she isn't shaken to her little feathered core. It's so sweet that you thought of the baby Mozart, honestly, that's some next-level chicken parenting. I'm sending you all the good vibes. The limping is a bit of a worry, though. Even if the dog didn't break skin, a hard grab or twist can pull a muscle or cause some deep bruising. Keeping her separated in a cool, dark room is a perfect call. It gives her a safe space to decompress and lets you watch her.