raising
Alektorophobia keeps raising in one place: 5 stories so far. The section currently leads with “My Hen's Secret Egg Just Hatched: Now What's a Cluck to Do?”, “An extra chick arrived in our brooder: and we're not chickening out yet”, and “Six fluffy chicks have hatched—egg-cellent news from our feathered friends!”. Oh, the fowl plot thickens! We ordered 30 chicks and got 31. Chickens. Everything there is to know about chickens and the fear of them. The list below is every raising story on Alektorophobia, newest first.
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.
An extra chick arrived in our brooder: and we're not chickening out yet
We ordered 30 chicks and got 31. That's not a math error, that's a bonus ball of fluff who showed up unannounced in our brooder. And you know what? We're not chickening out. After 12 years of raising flocks every single year, you'd think we'd have seen it all. But that extra peep still makes us do a double-take, followed by a little laugh and a lot of hope. So far, so good. We'll expand the brooder in a day or two, and these little guys will call it home for 2-3 weeks before moving to pasture in a mobile chicken tractor. It's a cluck-tastic start to the season.
Six fluffy chicks have hatched—egg-cellent news from our feathered friends!
Oh, look at those fluffy little nuggets of chaos! Six brand-new chicks have hatched, and I'm already equal parts delighted and terrified. There's one still drying in the brooder, so fresh it's practically steam-baked. I mean, they're adorable, but we all know what they grow up to be: tiny dinosaurs with an attitude and a vendetta against my ankles. This is egg-citing news, but let's not pretend I won't be chickening out when they start ruling the coop. For anyone who's ever questioned whether chickens are worth the love-hate, check out our article "Chickens Got Her Good! A Backyard Poultry Adventure", it's a hilarious reminder that these feathered friends always get the last peck.
Are These My Boys? A Rooster Rescue Mission Begins
Well, here's the thing about raising chicks: you think you're getting a sweet little mix of hens, and then Mother Nature decides to play a game of fowl hide-and-seek with your heart. This user's suspicions about raising all boys are totally understandable, especially when you've got a wet, stubborn crew refusing to come inside. It's a relatable cluck-tastic dilemma, and honestly, that heartbreaking feeling of realizing you might have a rooster-heavy flock is real. But here's the silver lining, they've been together since day one, and that changes everything. Bachelor flocks are a thing, and they can work beautifully. So before you start panicking, take a breath and read up on their story. It might just save your sanity and your coop.
These Gigantic Chickens Tower Over Me, and I'm 5'9"!
Standing next to one of these Brazilian Índio Gigantes, my 5'9" feels more like a suggestion than a measurement. These birds don't just cluck; they *tower*. It's honestly equal parts awe and a little bit of "should I be backing away slowly?" The sheer size is the first thing you notice, but what keeps me coming back is how every generation seems to level up. They're a beautiful breed, no doubt, and raising them is a genuine reward for anyone who appreciates a feathered friend with a serious presence. It's a lovely reminder of how our own backyard adventures, like the one in *Chickens Got Her Good!*, always keep us on our toes. Just try not to blink, or you might miss them growing.