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3 stories filed under father on Alektorophobia. The newest of them: “Bantam or Bust: Our Egg-citing Size Mystery Unfolds”, “Feathered Frenemies: Why Dads and Chickens Just Don't Mix”, and “Two Surprise Sons Hatch a Plot My Husband Never Saw Coming”. So, I candled an egg today and thought, "Well, now I know Dawn isn't the father because of the fetus's size." Then I realized I know absolutely nothing about chicken size genetics. Dad's generation will chase a rogue rooster with a broom and a grimace, muttering about "the blasted bird." My generation? Chickens. Everything there is to know about chickens and the fear of them. The list below is every father story on Alektorophobia, newest first.
Bantam or Bust: Our Egg-citing Size Mystery Unfolds
So, I candled an egg today and thought, "Well, now I know Dawn isn't the father because of the fetus's size." Then I realized I know absolutely nothing about chicken size genetics. Classic me, jumping to conclusions like a hen on a hot griddle. We've got Storm, an average-sized naked neck, and Dawn, a bantam, so who's the real daddy? It's a cluck-tastic mystery, and I'm here for the fowl play. This whole adventure reminds me of our piece on those tiny chicken tails that are three weeks of pure heart-melting magic, because sometimes the smallest things surprise us most. Bantam or bust, I guess we'll find out when this chick hatches.
Feathered Frenemies: Why Dads and Chickens Just Don't Mix
Dad's generation will chase a rogue rooster with a broom and a grimace, muttering about "the blasted bird." My generation? We're standing on a chair, phone out, live-streaming the chaos with a caption about "fowl play." Same poultry panic, wildly different energy. I love that about us. It's not that our dads were tougher; they just hadn't discovered the sheer comedy gold in their own chicken-induced terror. We're not less capable, we're just more... documented. We've traded the stern lecture for a viral moment, and honestly, that feels like progress. The feathers may fly either way, but at least our mid-chicken crisis has better lighting and a punchline. That's not chickening out, that's an upgrade.
Two Surprise Sons Hatch a Plot My Husband Never Saw Coming
Well, talk about a plot twist that would ruffle anyone's feathers. These two gorgeous boys were never supposed to hatch, but a well-meaning husband and a broody silkie had other plans while our friend was away for ten days. Now, these stunning Tolbunt Polish mixes have turned into absolute terrors, relentlessly chasing the very hen who raised them. It's a classic case of fowl play, and honestly, my heart aches for that poor traumatized silkie. Her usual man, the black silkie who also happens to be their dad, just stands by like a proud papa while these two cause chaos. It's a messy family drama, and while they are undeniably pretty, something has to give.