nest box
3 stories filed under nest box on Alektorophobia. The newest of them: “Silkie sisterhood or fowl fight club Three broody hens refuse to leave the same nesting box”, “My Hen's Secret Egg Just Hatched: Now What's a Cluck to Do?”, and “Our top hen screams bloody murder when her pal lays an egg: why the fowl drama”. Three broody silkie hens, all crammed into the *same* nesting box, growling at each other like it's a fowl fight club. Oh, the fowl plot thickens! Chickens. Everything there is to know about chickens and the fear of them. The list below is every nest box story on Alektorophobia, newest first.
Silkie sisterhood or fowl fight club Three broody hens refuse to leave the same nesting box
Three broody silkie hens, all crammed into the *same* nesting box, growling at each other like it's a fowl fight club. Meanwhile, I have fourteen other perfectly good boxes sitting empty. Classic chickens. They'd rather squabble over one cramped spot than enjoy the luxury of their own space. It's both maddening and oddly endearing, a true Silkie Sisterhood, where personal space is less important than collective stubbornness. This reminds me of another cluck-tastic moment from our community: "Porch life gets cluck-tastic when feathered friends stage their own fowl play." Sometimes, you just have to laugh at the ridiculous logic of our feathered friends. They're not moving, and honestly? I wouldn't dare try to break up that broody standoff.
My Hen's Secret Egg Just Hatched: Now What's a Cluck to Do?
Oh, the fowl plot thickens! You've been vigilantly booting your broody hen from the nest box daily, only to discover she had a secret stashed away in the pine shavings. And now, surprise!, a tiny, damp chick has entered the cluck-tastic chaos. First, take a deep breath. You're not alone in this egg-citing predicament. Momma hen knows more than we give her credit for; she'll likely show the little one where to peck and sip. Skip the special chick feeder for now, just offer a shallow dish of water with marbles to prevent drowning, and crumble her regular feed into smaller bits. The others might investigate, but mom's protective instincts are fierce.
Our top hen screams bloody murder when her pal lays an egg: why the fowl drama
Gubi, my top hen, turns into a tiny feathered opera star every time her best pal settles in for an egg-laying session. For an hour or two, it's non-stop shrill *bokbokbok BAWWWKK* chaos, like she's personally narrating a fowl tragedy. The laying hen? Silent as a ninja. So why the screaming? It's actually a classic pecking-order power move. The boss hen is announcing, "I see you, and I'm still in charge," even while her friend does the hard work. It's less about the egg and more about reminding everyone who runs the roost. If you think that's dramatic, check out our tale of "The Appletree Coop heist was fowl play I'd rather forget", because chicken drama never takes a night off.