growth
growth at Alektorophobia is a file of 6 stories. The newest of them: “My lap chicken ate all my tomatoes and I'm not even mad”, “Is Tiny Biscuit a Runt, or Should We Cluck About It?”, and “Biscuit's tiny, mighty, and proving big things come in small clucks! 🐥❤️”. Oh, the audacity, and the appetite! Biscuit weighs 36 grams while Cornbread tips the scale at 87, that's not just a little gap, that's a full-on fowl divide. Chickens. Everything there is to know about chickens and the fear of them. The list below is every growth story on Alektorophobia, newest first.
My lap chicken ate all my tomatoes and I'm not even mad
Oh, the audacity, and the appetite! A lap chicken that's also a tomato thief? That's not fowl play, that's a love story. This eight-month-old feathery giant has clearly decided that ripe tomatoes are the ultimate snack, and honestly, who can blame him? The real question here isn't about missing produce; it's about how much bigger this cluck-tastic beast will get. At eight months, he's already claiming laps and stealing snacks, which means he's either part dinosaur or just really good at being adorable. We're not mad either. For anyone wondering if their own feathered friend might pull a similar heist, check out "Is 11 teenage chickens in a coop all day fowl play or just cluck-tastic" for more coop capers.
Is Tiny Biscuit a Runt, or Should We Cluck About It?
Biscuit weighs 36 grams while Cornbread tips the scale at 87, that's not just a little gap, that's a full-on fowl divide. And honestly? It's enough to make anyone cluck with concern. But here's the thing: Biscuit is eating, drinking, and zipping around like she owns the brooder. She's not acting sick, which makes this less about panic and more about patience. I've seen this dance before in the backyard poultry world, and sometimes the tiniest peep is just built different. Chickens Got Her Good! A Backyard Poultry Adventure taught us that these birds can surprise you. So, is she a runt or just a late bloomer? The scale says one thing, but her spirit says another.
Biscuit's tiny, mighty, and proving big things come in small clucks! 🐥❤️
Biscuit is the tiny terror of the brooder, and I am absolutely here for it. At two weeks old, he's rocking that classic Silkie runt energy: noticeably smaller than his fluffball siblings, but clearly running the show on pure spite and snack motivation. The fact that he's eating, drinking, and bouncing around like a caffeinated popcorn kernel? That's the good stuff. I love that you're celebrating his little streak instead of worrying over it. Runt chickens are a whole mood, and honestly, they often end up with the biggest personalities. Whether he catches up or stays permanently pocket-sized, Biscuit is proof that good things come in small, very dramatic packages. For anyone who's ever nursed a tiny chick, this hits right in the feels.
Silkie's sporting a bit of a boyish glow: am I clucking blind?
Well, color me clueless and a little bit clucking embarrassed. I was scrolling through my own videos, giving myself a mental pat on the back for raising such a pretty little lady, when I caught a glimpse of my silkie in just the right light. And wouldn't you know it? That "girl" is looking awfully... boyish. Am I seeing things, or did I just get played by a very fluffy rooster? It's a classic case of fowl identity theft, and honestly, I'm a little impressed. If you're questioning your own feathery friend's gender, you're not alone. It's a hilarious, humbling realization that keeps us humble in the poultry world.
A fibro-filled hatch with blues, a black, and one mystery beauty
Well, look at this absolute stunner! One hatchery surprise turned out to be a whole tri-colored masterpiece. This breeder crossed their Mystic Onyx with a blue/partridge silkie rooster, and while they hatched a full clutch of blues and a black, this little Phoenix is the real showstopper. A black head, an orange body, and a blue bottom? That's not just a chicken, that's a walking sunset with attitude. I love that all the chicks inherited the fibro trait, even if only one pure black hatched. That's the gamble with breeding, isn't it? You win some, you lose some, and sometimes you get a Phoenix. Fingers crossed she stays a she, because those growing combs on the others have us a little nervous.
Our Electrocuted Chickens Prove Feathers Have Serious Fowl Play
Well, if I didn't know better, I'd say these two were auditioning for a fright-night feather flick. That perpetually electrocuted look? It's honestly kind of endearing in a chaotic, wind-blown sort of way. I mean, who needs smooth plumage when you can rock the startled-porcupine aesthetic? You'd think they'd grow into their feathers, but nope, they're committed to the bit. And honestly, I respect it. It gives them character, even if they look like they've just seen a ghost chicken. If you're new to the quirkier side of fowl behavior, our piece on "Chickens Got Her Good! A Backyard Poultry Adventure" might just be the cluck-tastic pick-me-up you need. These two are proof that sometimes, the weirdest feathers make the best friends.