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3 stories filed under kids on Alektorophobia. The newest of them: “Roosters and Recovery: Why Bob's Choir Practice Is Testing My Last Nerve”, “The Great Chick Identification Challenge: Hens or Roosters”, and “My heart's still clucking: my old tom turkey left before I could say goodbye”. Oh, Bob. I posted pictures of the mystery chicks my kids picked out at TSC this summer, and honestly, I'm just psyched they turned out to be hens. Chickens. Everything there is to know about chickens and the fear of them. The list below is every kids story on Alektorophobia, newest first.
Roosters and Recovery: Why Bob's Choir Practice Is Testing My Last Nerve
Oh, Bob. Bob, Bob, Bob. I get it, you saw the sun. Congratulations. Now can we please wrap up the morning concert before I lose my mind? There's nothing quite like recovering from surgery, running on zero sleep, and being treated to a one-hour rooster choir practice at dawn. It's not that I don't appreciate the dedication, but fifty-two songs feels like fowl play. I know he's just doing his job, and my kids would never forgive me, but some days I seriously consider coyote delivery. It's a love-hate relationship, folks. For anyone else questioning their sanity over a noisy bird, our story on Sylphie the silkie might make you feel a little less alone.
The Great Chick Identification Challenge: Hens or Roosters
I posted pictures of the mystery chicks my kids picked out at TSC this summer, and honestly, I'm just psyched they turned out to be hens. My buff Orpington pullets? Big red roosters. 🤣 The verdict is still out on these ladies, but I'm leaning toward Isa Browns. What do you all think? It's a cluck-tastic mystery, and I love that we're all in this together, trying to figure out who's who before they start crowing (or not). If you need a break from the suspense, check out our story on *This Clever Girl proves chickens are way smarter than we give them credit for*, it'll remind you why we put up with their fowl play in the first place.
My heart's still clucking: my old tom turkey left before I could say goodbye
Losing Hank that fast is the kind of fowl play that leaves you breathless. You did everything right, clean water, proper feed, a spacious pen, and still, two hours after noticing something was off, he was gone. That's the gut-wrenching reality of keeping birds, even when they're purely beloved pets. The suddenness is the scariest part, and worrying about Brandy now is entirely natural. While I can't diagnose from here, sudden passing without symptoms often points to something internal, like a heart issue or a rapid toxin. You gave him a wonderful life, and that matters. For more on mysterious bird ailments, our piece on "Dry Fowl Pox or Pecking Panic?" might offer some clarity. My heart clucks for your family today.