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feet at Alektorophobia is a file of 2 stories. The newest of them: “Is That a Rooster or Just a Clucky Identity Crisis” and “That's No Lady… That's My Feathered Friend?”. Eight weeks old and already giving us a cluckin' identity crisis, this little Finnish landrace mix is keeping their human on their toes. Well, that's quite the morning wake-up call. Chickens. Everything there is to know about chickens and the fear of them. The list below is every feet story on Alektorophobia, newest first.
Is That a Rooster or Just a Clucky Identity Crisis
Eight weeks old and already giving us a cluckin' identity crisis, this little Finnish landrace mix is keeping their human on their toes. The comb is as red as the other roosters', but the feet are small and the body shape leans more toward the hens. Those pointy, blue-shiny neck feathers? Mom has them too. So is this chick a late-blooming roo or just a hen with serious swagger? It's the kind of fowl play that makes you question everything you thought you knew about feathery friends. For anyone who's ever watched a sweet roo turn into a tiny terror, our piece "From sweet roo to fowl play: when hormones hijack the henhouse" might feel painfully familiar.
That's No Lady… That's My Feathered Friend?
Well, that's quite the morning wake-up call. A crowing "lady" at just 15 weeks old? Talk about a plot twist in the hen house. This beefy black bird is double the size of the others, with feet that mean business and a crown that's stealing the show. Honestly, the evidence is piling up like… well, you know. It sounds like your high-dollar, color-specific egg venture might have a rooster on its hands. Sometimes, you get exactly what you pay for, and sometimes you get a surprise that ruffles your feathers. It's a classic case of fowl play, and you've got to laugh to keep from crying. For anyone else navigating the fine art of chicken-keeping, this little story is a cluck-tastic cautionary tale.