retirement
Alektorophobia keeps retirement in one place: 2 stories so far. The section currently leads with “These retired dinosaurs are just here for the calcium and clucking chaos” and “Oviduct Woes and Ugly Hens: Three Losses Too Many”. "These retired dinosaurs are just here for the calcium and clucking chaos." That line from Reddit user /u/Heavy-Cranberry117 might be the most egg-citing description of backyard chickens I've ever read. Well, today just plain sucks. Chickens. Everything there is to know about chickens and the fear of them. The list below is every retirement story on Alektorophobia, newest first.
These retired dinosaurs are just here for the calcium and clucking chaos
"These retired dinosaurs are just here for the calcium and clucking chaos." That line from Reddit user /u/Heavy-Cranberry117 might be the most egg-citing description of backyard chickens I've ever read. It captures the beautiful madness of these feathered friends, they're prehistoric goofballs with zero regard for your garden plans. I love the playful framing because it's true: chickens don't care about your schedule, your patience, or your nice shoes. They just want snacks and mayhem. It's a sentiment that perfectly captures the love-hate relationship so many of us share. If you're trying to figure out whether your own flock is plotting fowl play or just demanding calcium, our article "Help Your Flock: Pullet or Cockerel, and What Breed Is That" has some cluck-tastic guidance.
Oviduct Woes and Ugly Hens: Three Losses Too Many
Well, today just plain sucks. We lost another hen to her own reproductive system, and it's the third one. The vet said there was nothing we could do; it's the hazard of being a hen. I clean their shed daily, I'm on top of supplements and vet visits, and I track their laying like a hawk. But I can't out-clean a broken egg inside her body. We bred them to lay this much, and it's killing them. That's the maddening part. I know tomorrow I'll be back at it, doing my best for our feathered friends. But today? I'm just angry. It feels like fowl play, and not the fun kind.