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3 stories filed under perch on Alektorophobia. The newest of them: “When Two Baby Hens Decided My Leg Was the Ultimate Roost Before Bedtime”, “Munchkin the 10-ounce princess has a cat bed for road trip lap snuggles”, and “Ginger's chosen spot is the door, and she's not budging”. Five minutes before lights out, and two baby hens decided my leg was the ultimate roost. Munchkin, the ten-ounce princess, now has her own cat bed and baby blanket for road trip lap snuggles. Chickens. Everything there is to know about chickens and the fear of them. The list below is every perch story on Alektorophobia, newest first.
When Two Baby Hens Decided My Leg Was the Ultimate Roost Before Bedtime
Five minutes before lights out, and two baby hens decided my leg was the ultimate roost. There I stood, frozen, trying not to flinch as these tiny feathered friends settled in for the night like I was a piece of farm furniture. It's that perfect blend of adorable and mildly terrifying, the kind of fowl play that makes you question who's really in charge. I love my flock, but sometimes they really ruffle my feathers. If you're dealing with your own poultry predicaments, you might relate to our piece on "Rooster overload: when your flock has more crow than cluck." Because let's be honest, chickens have a knack for keeping us on our toes.
Munchkin the 10-ounce princess has a cat bed for road trip lap snuggles
Munchkin, the ten-ounce princess, now has her own cat bed and baby blanket for road trip lap snuggles. That's right, this tiny feathered diva travels in style, complete with a crate, playpen, and perch. I have to admit, I'm a little jealous of her travel setup. My own road trips involve stale gas station coffee and questionable rest stops. But for Munchkin? Only the best. It's egg-citing to see someone spoil their chicken this way, even if it makes me wonder who's really in charge around here. For more fowl pampering adventures, check out "Puffy has zero patience and absolutely zero time for your nonsense."
Ginger's chosen spot is the door, and she's not budging
Ginger, the Great Door Blocker, has decided that the coop's threshold is *the* place to be. Never mind that there's a perfectly good roost just three hops away, she's planted herself like a feathered boulder, and you're not getting past without a polite game of footsie. Honestly, I respect the commitment. There's something almost heroic about ignoring every other option just to claim the one spot that makes everyone's life harder. It's not laziness, it's a power move. For anyone who's ever been outsmarted by a chicken's sheer stubbornness, you'll find kindred spirits in our piece on "Chickens Got Her Good! A Backyard Poultry Adventure." Ginger may not care about your schedule, but she's definitely the boss of this one.