sunbathing
sunbathing at Alektorophobia is a file of 2 stories. The newest of them: “My hen's sunbathing pose gives me full-on fowl cardiac arrest” and “Sunbathing school is in session with Mama Nami's one tiny chick.”. There's a special kind of heart attack that only comes from glancing at your salmon faverolle mid-sunbathe, and Cricket is clearly out here trying to send me to an early grave. Nami's got her work cut out for her, and honestly? Chickens. Everything there is to know about chickens and the fear of them. The list below is every sunbathing story on Alektorophobia, newest first.
My hen's sunbathing pose gives me full-on fowl cardiac arrest
There's a special kind of heart attack that only comes from glancing at your salmon faverolle mid-sunbathe, and Cricket is clearly out here trying to send me to an early grave. She sprawls out like she's auditioning for a crime scene chalk outline, all feathers and feet pointed skyward in a pose that screams "tragic molt" rather than "relaxing afternoon." I know she's fine, they all do this ridiculous limp-noodle impression when the sun hits just right, but my brain refuses to accept it. Every single time. It's the fowl play of a hen who knows exactly what she's doing.
Sunbathing school is in session with Mama Nami's one tiny chick.
Nami's got her work cut out for her, and honestly? She's nailing it. This modern game hen didn't just hatch a chick; she hatched a tiny sunbathing protégé. There's something ridiculously sweet about watching a mama hen guide her baby through the finer points of loafing in the warm spots. She only managed one this time, but quality over quantity, right? She's clearly devoted, and that little fluffball is lucky to have such a patient teacher. It's the kind of heartwarming chaos that makes you appreciate the quiet moments between all the fowl play. If you're craving more fluffy feels, our piece on those six newly hatched chicks will give you a similar dose of egg-citement.