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chicken image at Alektorophobia is a file of 3 stories. The newest of them: “My Dutch Bantam's Tiny Enough to Hide: and Too Quick to Catch”, “Help a fellow chicken fan ID their mystery rooster and white hen”, and “These pretty lil boys have my heart: and my nerves”. You'd think a bird the size of a coffee mug would be easy to keep an eye on. Oh, a mystery rooster and a white hen, now that's the kind of fowl play I can get behind! Chickens. Everything there is to know about chickens and the fear of them. The list below is every chicken image story on Alektorophobia, newest first.
My Dutch Bantam's Tiny Enough to Hide: and Too Quick to Catch
You'd think a bird the size of a coffee mug would be easy to keep an eye on. Nope. This Dutch Bantam is so tiny it can vanish into thin air, and so fast you'll be left questioning your own reflexes. I've been there, arms flailing, muttering "where did you go?" while a feathered speck giggles from under the porch. It's the kind of fowl play that makes you appreciate the chaos. If you've ever felt outsmarted by a creature that weighs less than your phone, you're in good company. For more relatable poultry antics, check out our story on chickens treating fresh pine shavings like a game of floor-is-lava.
Help a fellow chicken fan ID their mystery rooster and white hen
Oh, a mystery rooster and a white hen, now that's the kind of fowl play I can get behind! I love a good chicken identity crisis, mostly because it means I'm not the only one staring at my flock and wondering, "Who even are you?" The rooster's got that confident strut, but his breed is a total secret, and the white hen is just as elusive. It's egg-citing and a little maddening, right? We've tackled similar head-scratchers before, like when a rescue hen showed up with a mysterious lump by her beak in "Our rescue hen's got a mysterious hard lump by her beak: any cluck-tastic ideas." Sometimes these feathered friends keep us guessing, but that's half the fun. Let's crack this case together!
These pretty lil boys have my heart: and my nerves
These pretty lil boys have my heart, and my nerves. I feel that in my bones. There's something about a rooster that's both magnificent and mildly terrifying, isn't there? You want to admire their swagger, their glossy feathers, their confident little strut. But then they lock eyes with you, and suddenly you're questioning every life choice that led you into that coop. It's a cluck-tastic kind of chaos, the very heart of fowl play. As we said in our piece on *Morning clucks and toddler commentary*, sometimes the most egg-citing moments come wrapped in a little bit of crazy. These boys are beautiful, bold, and absolutely keeping us on our toes.