So you want a chicken breed poster that actually has *all* the breeds?

There's a fine line between "bless your heart" and "bless that face," and one Redditor's son has apparently found it.

So, u/thedeuschebag85's neighbor had a chicken go missing, and it came back with a cluck-tastic surprise.

So you've got a chicken that doesn't crow *and* doesn't lay eggs.

You know that blissful look a chicken gets when it finds the perfect patch of dirt to flop into?

Twelve weeks of chicken parenting and you're still playing the great feathery guessing game?

Well, you've got yourself a full-on fowl party in the coop, and you're definitely not on the guest list.

Oh, a downward-dipping tail on a Blue Maran?

Oh, a purple comb on a feathery friend, and weight dropping like a stone, that's enough to make any chicken parent's heart do a little fowl-flutter.

There's something uniquely humbling about having to dust off your courage just to step into your own backyard.

Oh, a torn comb on a senior hen, that's enough to make anyone's heart cluck a little faster.

Oh, a mystery bird that's double the size of an Azura Blue and runs like an ostrich?

Oh, a bobcat attack and no vet in sight?

This morning's double runs are the kind of egg-citing proof that fowl play really does pay off.

So your normally sweet clucker has turned into a moody, feather-flying menace, and yes, it's because she's molting.

Meet Sharita, the fluffy-feathered chick who's a total puffball.

Oh, the classic standoff, your feathered friends staring at the warm, safe coop like it's a trap, while winter's creeping in like an uninvited guest.

When blue jays scream, my neighbor's chickens flee into my secret shrubbery.

These feathery divas are serving looks and I'm honestly chickening out.

Oh, the dreaded baby chick poop standoff.

So you got new chicks.

Is that a hen or a roo?

One of my roosters turned his head completely upside down, and let me tell you, it's as unsettling as it sounds.

Ah, the fowl truth of burying your feed scoop deep in a pellet bin, is there any better feeling?

Some chickens are skittish, some are broody, and some are just...

One eye squinting, tail feathers drooping, and a coop that might as well be invisible after dark, this bantam hen is serving up a mystery that's more fowl play than a bad pun.

The suspense is egg-cruciating, and I'm pecking at my keyboard in anticipation.

Oh, a bony chest on a feathered friend is never a good sign, and u/shanimals82 knows it.

This feathery giant is giving me cluck-tastic nightmares, and honestly, I get it.

One of our hens laid this egg today, and honestly, it's a bit of a cluck-clue.

There's nothing like a chocolate Orpington to make you question everything you thought you knew about chicken gender.

Naming a chicken is a sacred duty, and a cluck-ing nightmare when you're fresh out of ideas.

Treats lured them in, but the crow call stole the show, and honestly, I'm not surprised.

Five roosters from one batch of bantam eggs?

Oh, bless your heart, and your little chick's leg.

Halloween is coming, and your feathered friends deserve to join the spooky fun, even if they'll spend the whole night side-eyeing you from behind a bush.

These pretty lil boys have my heart, and my nerves.

Good morning, indeed!

Oh, the eternal question: is that chicken dandruff, or is something more sinister afoot?

Oh, the eternal cluck-tastic dilemma, do you intervene or let nature take its fowl course?

Oh, the drama in the coop!

Oh, a surprise chick in the order, nothing says "fowl play" quite like an uninvited guest with a mysterious identity.

Odard the rooster is getting cocky, and with little kids to protect, that's a problem that's both egg-citing and terrifying.

So, we've gone and done it, Peckington Square now has a 24/7 livestream, because who doesn't want to watch our feathered friends strut their stuff at three in the morning?

I'm already clucking worried about Connie, and it's only day one.

These scrungly little nappers have no idea how egg-cellent life is, do they?

There's something oddly peaceful about winding down with a chicken who looks at you like you're the one who's lost your marbles.

I keep feathers from my departed flock in a special jar, with my favorite chicken's feathers getting their own spot.

Meet Plumera and Chara: my feathery twins with the waviest curls.

Poor hen, losing feathers, getting bullied, and you're totally clucking lost.