dogs
dogs at Alektorophobia is a file of 3 stories. The newest of them: “Five chicks, a fresh cluck-tastic start, and Filemón says hello!”, “Spicy Roo or Just Exercising His Fowl Play?”, and “Cluck-tastic news: that runaway hen found a safer coop far from the dogs.”. Five chicks. There's nothing quite like the moment your sweet, hand-raised cockerel decides your legs are the enemy and those dried worms were just a warm-up act. Chickens. Everything there is to know about chickens and the fear of them. The list below is every dogs story on Alektorophobia, newest first.
Five chicks, a fresh cluck-tastic start, and Filemón says hello!
Five chicks. After losing the whole flock to a snack and a pair of dogs, that's not just a comeback, that's a cluck-tastic victory lap. I'm genuinely egg-cited for this fresh start, and I'll be keeping a hawk's eye on these little feathered friends to make sure history doesn't repeat itself. It's a vulnerable thing, loving something that can be so fragile, but hey, after the storm comes the rainbow, right? This feels like ours. Y'all, please give a big, feathered welcome to Filemón, the newest member of the squad. And if you're looking for more fluffy feels, check out our piece on "Chickens Got Her Good!" for a laugh and a half.
Spicy Roo or Just Exercising His Fowl Play?
There's nothing quite like the moment your sweet, hand-raised cockerel decides your legs are the enemy and those dried worms were just a warm-up act. I love my feathered friends, but sometimes they really ruffle my feathers! You've got a classic case of "rooberty" on your hands, and honestly, it's egg-citing to hear you're not ready to throw in the towel. At six months, he's testing boundaries, but that doesn't mean he's a lost cause. An aggressive roo, in my book, is one who consistently escalates past posturing into real, intentional harm, think spurred attacks on people or pets that don't let up. Right now, he's being a teenager with a bad attitude, not a monster.
Cluck-tastic news: that runaway hen found a safer coop far from the dogs.
Well, that's one way to solve a fowl problem. I'm glad someone scooped up the neighbor's chicken before it became an unwilling contestant in a game of chase with the local dogs. The neighbor's reasoning makes sense, too many pups with speedy paws can turn a casual backyard visit into a high-stakes sprint. I'll admit, I respect the decision to find a safer farm rather than risk a feathered fiasco. It's a practical ending, even if it lacks the chaos of, say, a cluck-tastic caper. For more lighthearted poultry adventures, you might enjoy "Chickens Got Her Good! A Backyard Poultry Adventure." It's a different kind of feathery tale, but it fits the coop.