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35 stories filed under chick on Alektorophobia. The newest of them: “This silky little mix is pure egg-citing cuteness, no fowl play.”, “This tiny two-month-old fluff ball is already practicing its fowl play!”, and “Six eggs left, one mystery: Where did that air cell go?”. Well, look at that little bearded puffball! Two months old and already crowing? Chickens. Everything there is to know about chickens and the fear of them. The list below is every chick story on Alektorophobia, newest first.
This silky little mix is pure egg-citing cuteness, no fowl play.
Well, look at that little bearded puffball! This tiny mix hatched a couple weeks ago and got the absolute best parenting gig in the coop: a Silky mama raised her. I mean, could there be a fluffier, more ridiculous combo? She's all wispy beard and baby fuzz, and honestly, she's the perfect cure for anyone needing a quick chicken-induced smile. There's something so endearing about a Silky-raised chick; they get that extra dose of maternal weirdness, and it shows. If you're in need of a feathered pick-me-up, this one's got you covered. And hey, if you're hooked on chick cuteness, our piece on "Chickens Got Her Good! A Backyard Poultry Adventure" is a fine follow-up for your daily cluck of joy.
This tiny two-month-old fluff ball is already practicing its fowl play!
Two months old and already crowing? That's not a chick, that's an overachiever with lungs too big for its fluff. I can't decide if it's egg-citing or just plain hilarious, but either way, I'm here for the chaos. There's something so perfectly ridiculous about a tiny ball of feathers trying to sound like a full-grown rooster. It's the avian equivalent of a toddler declaring they're the boss. And honestly? Respect. This little one clearly didn't get the memo about waiting for maturity, and I love that for them. For anyone who thinks chickens are boring, this is your proof that fowl play is always on the table.
Six eggs left, one mystery: Where did that air cell go?
Well, that's a heartbreaker of a lockdown surprise. You cracked open that egg expecting a heartbeat and found a fully formed chick that just... stopped. That's the fowlest kind of plot twist. The vanished air cell is a big clue. When that cell disappears, it usually means the chick drew down early or the membrane turned into a slick slip-and-slide, drowning it right at the finish line. As for those early deaths between days 6 and 9, that's a classic humidity whiplash zone. Your house temp swings a couple degrees, your incubator reads its own little story, and overnight the humidity takes a nosedive. Without a separate hygrometer, you're flying blind. Grab a second one.
Feathered feet and mystery spots, let's crack this breed code!
Well, color me cluck-tastic, but this is a feathered mystery if I ever saw one! So, u/Remarkable_Bench2318, you've got a black chicken with white spots and feathery feet, and she's supposed to be a Black Copper Maran? That's a classic case of fowl play in the breeding department. I mean, she sounds more like a fancy little Mille Fleur or maybe a Spangled variety, but with those boots, she's definitely got some Brahma or Cochin vibes in her family tree. It's like the chicken version of a surprise party, and honestly, I'm here for the plot twist. Who needs a textbook Maran when you've got a one-of-a-kind beauty who keeps you guessing?
Roo-dunnit? Solving the feathery mystery of your 6-week-old chick
Six weeks old and already keeping you on your toes, what a classic chicken move. This little fluffball is at that perfect age where the clues start piling up, and honestly, the suspense is half the fun. I've been there, staring at combs and feathers like they're tea leaves, trying to predict the future. My gut says rooster, but chickens love a good plot twist, so don't hang your hat on it just yet. If you're knee-deep in the guessing game, our piece on "Six fluffy chicks have hatched, egg-cellent news from our feathered friends!" might give you a few laughs and a little solidarity. Either way, you've got a feathered friend who's clearly full of personality. Cluck-tastic, right?
Fresh hatchling needing a boost? Cluck-tastic tips for your little guy.
A newborn chick barely bigger than a puffball, already fighting to find his footing. That's a scene that tugs at anyone who's ever loved these quirky little dinosaurs. This little guy sounds like he needs a village, and honestly, it's heartwarming to see someone step up so quickly. The heating plate is a solid start, and the fact you're asking for help shows you've got the right instincts. We've covered plenty of chick-raising chaos in pieces like "Six fluffy chicks have hatched, egg-cellent news from our feathered friends!", but this is a different kind of tender. Keep things warm, quiet, and consistent. Offer water and a starter crumble, maybe a touch of sugar water if he's weak.
Mean mom, naked neck chick: still completely cluck-worthy.
There's something about a naked neck chick that just gets me. This little weirdo is absolutely precious, even if their broody mom is a total menace right now. I mean, I get it, Mama Hen. You're protective. But could you maybe let me sneak one good photo without losing a finger? This Plymouth Rock hen stole a clutch of eggs, and while it's a little sad this is her only surviving chick, it makes this little one feel extra special. I'm honestly obsessed with this scrappy survivor. It's the kind of feathered friend that reminds you why we put up with the fowl play in the first place. For more fluffy adventures, check out our piece on "Chickens Got Her Good! A Backyard Poultry Adventure."
One Chick's Journey, Another's Goodbye: Egg-citing News from the Coop
Well, Franky pulled off the ultimate magic trick: making a nest disappear while sitting on it. I am genuinely impressed, and honestly, a little jealous of her chill. Between the cold snap claiming one little one and the chaos of trying to move a protective mama, this update had my heart doing the chicken dance. The image of sliding her nest like a cake out of an oven is pure genius, even if it was a sick, sleep-deprived idea. It's a relief she settled right in with her baby once they were reunited. This is exactly the kind of happy, slightly chaotic news I needed.
Our gentle rooster Marto has crowed his last good morning
This morning was disturbingly quiet, and I felt that ache right along with the community. Marto, the rooster who became a beloved feathered friend, passed away yesterday, and his human is devastated. He wasn't the most confident guy, but he was good to his girls and the ducks, and that's what made him a true protector. I love that his person snuck him extra food when he was unpopular, turning a simple act into "their thing." That's the kind of bond that makes this chicken-keeping life so egg-citing and so hard. His crow song will be missed, but those ridiculous videos? Priceless. For more heartwarming flock moments, check out our piece on six fluffy chicks hatching, it's cluck-tastic. Rest easy, Marto.
Our Electrocuted Chickens Prove Feathers Have Serious Fowl Play
Well, if I didn't know better, I'd say these two were auditioning for a fright-night feather flick. That perpetually electrocuted look? It's honestly kind of endearing in a chaotic, wind-blown sort of way. I mean, who needs smooth plumage when you can rock the startled-porcupine aesthetic? You'd think they'd grow into their feathers, but nope, they're committed to the bit. And honestly, I respect it. It gives them character, even if they look like they've just seen a ghost chicken. If you're new to the quirkier side of fowl behavior, our piece on "Chickens Got Her Good! A Backyard Poultry Adventure" might just be the cluck-tastic pick-me-up you need. These two are proof that sometimes, the weirdest feathers make the best friends.
A Stray Chick Strolls In, and Our Rooster Dreams Are on Hold
Talk about a feathered friend who's decided *you're* their new flock! This little one was found wandering a street with zero backstory, but it's clearly convinced you're family, runs on your heels the second it hits the ground. That's some serious imprinting magic, and honestly? Kind of adorable. As for the breed guess, Brahma is a solid call, they're big, fluffy, and famously chill. Age is trickier, but if it's still young enough to be clueless about other chickens, you've got time before the rooster question becomes urgent. Fingers crossed for a hen, right? 🤞🏻 Your setup sounds cluck-tastic: separate enclosure inside the run, dewormed, mite-checked, and a foraging buddy who wants you nearby. Smart move. For extra reassurance, our article "Chickens Got Her Good!