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6 stories filed under heat on Alektorophobia. The newest of them: “When the heat rises, will my feathered friends make it through summer”, “Heatwave hen-xiety: New mama's nest traps chicks from food and water”, and “Egg-cellent Summer: Keeping Your Chicken Eggs Cool & Cluck-tastic”. Oh, a Super El Niño brewing down under, that's enough to make any chicken parent's heart race a little faster. Oh, the irony. Chickens. Everything there is to know about chickens and the fear of them. The list below is every heat story on Alektorophobia, newest first.
When the heat rises, will my feathered friends make it through summer
Oh, a Super El Niño brewing down under, that's enough to make any chicken parent's heart race a little faster. I totally get it, Onion_Juice73. You've got the basics down: shade and fresh water are non-negotiable, and it's smart to be thinking ahead. But when the mercury climbs, a little extra fowl play can go a long way. Try freezing water bottles or even whole melons for a cluck-tastic cool-down treat, your feathered friends will peck at them and stay hydrated. Misting their run or adding a shallow kiddie pool for splashing can also work wonders.
Heatwave hen-xiety: New mama's nest traps chicks from food and water
Oh, the irony. A new mama hen, so dedicated to keeping her chicks safe that she's accidentally turned her nest into a heatwave prison. Talk about a cluck-tastic case of good intentions gone wrong. This poor mama is literally trapping her babies away from the food and water they desperately need, and in this heat, that's no joke. It's the kind of fowl play that makes you laugh nervously while your heart breaks a little. We've seen stubborn birds before, like that Muscovy duck we covered in "My Muscovy's a flight risk: and a feathered food thief", but this feels different. This is love gone haywire. Anyone else's hens pull a stunt like this when the mercury rises?
Egg-cellent Summer: Keeping Your Chicken Eggs Cool & Cluck-tastic
Summer heat has a way of making even the calmest chicken keeper sweat, but nothing throws a barnyard curveball quite like a warm egg straight from the nest. Yikes, right? We love our feathered friends, but nobody loves a runny yolk that's been sitting in the sun. That's why we're clucking about keeping things cool and collected this season. A little shade, a splash of fresh water, and maybe a frozen treat or two can turn a scorching afternoon into a proper peck-icnic. And if you're new to the flock, don't worry; we've all been there, chasing our tails and learning the ropes. Speaking of adventures, our pals over at "Chickens Got Her Good!
Coop Dreams & Chicken Woes: A Beginner's Tale
Losing nine chicks overnight after a week of careful brooding is the kind of heartbreak that makes you want to chuck the thermometer across the garage. You did everything right: ran the heater for 24 hours, followed that build video to the letter, even upgraded to the fancy incubator after the first batch didn't make it. And still, five little survivors are all you have left to show for it. That's brutal. Here's the thing about those Hatching Time brooders: they're drafty by design, and if your garage has an AC leak turning things clammy, that top layer might be holding moisture like a sponge.
Losing a feathered friend in the heat is the fowlest heartbreak.
Losing one of your feathered friends to the heat is a special kind of heartbreak, and I'm so sorry you're navigating those big feelings while stuck at work. It's brutal to have to hold it together for the public when your poor little toddler was so distraught, and you're left with an empty space in the coop. They're never just chickens, are they? They're family. For the brutal 105-degree days ahead, you're already doing the right things with the fan and shade, but consider freezing water bottles to place near their roosting spots, and swap their water for chilled, electrolyte-rich options a few times a day. It won't fix the grief, but it might help the remaining five weather the wave.
Heat claimed our 8.6-pound chocolate lady, but her tiny eggs remain egg-citing
Well, Peggy was a Chocolate Orpington, and she tipped the scales at 8.6 pounds after she crossed the rainbow bridge. That's a big, beautiful lady who left us way too soon. It's a real kick in the shins when the heat gets one of our feathered friends, especially one who gave us those tiny, perfect cream eggs. Losing a chicken is never easy, but losing one with such a quiet, gentle presence stings a little extra. We're sending all our cluck-tastic love to you and your flock today. She sounded like a true gem, and it's clear she was so loved. For more stories about the ups and downs of backyard life, you might enjoy our piece on "Chickens Got Her Good!