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image at Alektorophobia is a file of 95 stories. The newest of them: “Treats lured them in but the crow call stole the show”, “Meet Plumera and Chara: my feathery twins with the waviest curls”, and “My wife bought the weirdest chickens: naked necks and frizzle feathers”. Treats lured them in, but the crow call stole the show, and honestly, I'm not surprised. Meet Plumera and Chara: my feathery twins with the waviest curls. Chickens. Everything there is to know about chickens and the fear of them. The list below is every image story on Alektorophobia, newest first.
Treats lured them in but the crow call stole the show
Treats lured them in, but the crow call stole the show, and honestly, I'm not surprised. There's something delightfully chaotic about outsmarting a chicken with a sound that isn't even food-related. It's the kind of fowl play that makes you question who's really in charge. We've all been there, trying every trick in the book only to have a random noise win the day. If you loved this tale of unexpected victory, you'll get a kick out of "These feathery divas are serving looks and I'm honestly chickening out", another story that proves chickens run the show, even when we think we're calling the shots.
Meet Plumera and Chara: my feathery twins with the waviest curls
Meet Plumera and Chara: my feathery twins with the waviest curls. They look identical, and honestly, that kind of symmetry is both adorable and a little unsettling. How do you tell them apart when they both give you that same side-eye? I love my feathered friends, but sometimes their twin telepathy really ruffles my feathers. Are they plotting something egg-citing, or just waiting for me to chickening out of chores? Either way, these two are pure cluck-tastic chaos wrapped in identical packages. If you're into feather keepsakes from your flock, you might enjoy our piece on *Feather keepsakes from feathered friends: cluck-tastic or a little too fowl*, because every plume tells a story.
My wife bought the weirdest chickens: naked necks and frizzle feathers
So my wife brought home the weirdest chickens I've ever seen, naked necks and frizzle feathers on what are supposed to be Silkies. One of them looks like a proper Frizzle, all chaotic curls, while the others rock that bare-neck look like they're wearing invisible turtlenecks. And I can't stop laughing. Why does this even exist? Honestly, the poultry world has some serious fowl play going on, and I'm here for it. These birds look like they lost a fight with a hair dryer and then decided to embrace the madness. If you think your chickens are quirky, wait until you meet a Naked-neck Silkie. It's the kind of cluck-tastic chaos that makes you question everything you thought you knew about feathered friends.
A mysterious tapping at the doggie door has me chickening out
There's a mysterious tapping at the doggie door, and I'm officially chickening out. Something is out there, scratching and bumping in the dark, and my imagination is running faster than a hen dodging the dinner pot. Is it a raccoon? A possum? Or could it be fowl play among the flock? My feathered friends have been acting egg-stra strange lately, Honey's gone quiet, and the older hens have been giving the new chicks the side-eye. If you've ever felt a chill creep up your spine while walking to the coop at dusk, you know the feeling. For more on suspicious chicken behavior, check out our piece on when your new chick loses her head.
When the bush starts clucking, you know fowl play's afoot
When the bush starts clucking, you know fowl play's afoot. This isn't your typical garden-variety rustle, it's a feathered conspiracy unfolding right in your backyard. I've been there, heart pounding, wondering if my hens are plotting a breakout or just having a very loud disagreement about who gets the best dust bath. The suspense is real, and honestly, a little egg-citing. If you're new to this life, you might want to check out our guide on "First winter with your flock? Here's the cluck-tastic scoop on heaters" to keep your own feathered friends cozy while they hatch their next scheme. Embrace the madness, fellow chicken wrangler, you're in good company.
Brownie's breed is a mystery: can you cluck-tastically ID this feathered friend
Brownie is a mystery wrapped in feathers, and I am absolutely here for it. Three years of chicken-keeping, and this lovely lady still keeps you guessing? That's egg-citingly relatable. You thought she might be a Brindled Buff Orpington, but now you're not so sure. Honestly, I love that, it's the kind of fowl play that keeps us all on our toes. So let's put our heads together, cluck-tastically, and see if we can crack this case. Is she a secret breed or just a wonderfully unique hen? Drop your guesses below. And if you're worried about a hen that looks a little too red in the face, check out our related piece, "Hen with the reddest face: could she actually be a he."
Which of my feathered friends is secretly a fowl imposter
So one of your feathered friends is secretly a fowl imposter, huh? I feel this in my bones. There's always that one chicken who's just… *off*. Maybe they strut a little too confidently, or they side-eye you like they're plotting something. And honestly? That's the magic of chickens. They keep us guessing, even when we're supposed to be the experts. It's both terrifying and hilarious. If you've ever wondered which of your girls is actually a master of disguise, you're not alone. Our community knows this chaos well, just ask drywall_punching, whose rooster pecked Katherine aside just to monopolize lap time. Fowl play at its finest.
Our new favorite tapestry comes from a chickenless fan who thinks we're all adorable
There's something genuinely heartwarming about being called "adorable" by someone who doesn't even own chickens. That's exactly what happened when Redditor /u/Next_Specific7924 shared their new favorite tapestry with our community. They don't keep feathered friends themselves, but our subreddit keeps popping up on their feed, and apparently, they think we're all pretty cluck-tastic. The tapestry itself might not win any awards, but the gesture? That's pure gold. It's a reminder that our love-hate relationship with these birds is contagious, even to those on the outside looking in. If you need more fowl-friendly content to brighten your day, check out our 24/7 livestream that lets you watch Peckington Square's antics live.
Strike a pose, ladies: photoshoot day for our feathered friends is here
Strike a pose, ladies: photoshoot day for our feathered friends is here, and honestly, I'm both egg-cited and a little terrified. There's something hilariously chaotic about trying to get a bunch of chickens to look cute on command. They're more interested in pecking the lens than looking fabulous. But that's the charm, right? It's a fowl play of personalities and feathers, and I love every cluck-tastic moment. If you're craving more feathered drama, check out our piece on how Hurricane refugees turned my coop into an egg-citing new flock, it's a wild tale of survival and unexpected friendship. This photoshoot? Pure, feathery madness. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
Welcome, you cluck-tastic new feathered friend
Welcome, you cluck-tastic new feathered friend! Nothing says "egg-citing" like joining a community that understands both the joy and the sheer terror of chicken keeping. We see you, /u/LourdesMahizhan, and we feel your excitement mixed with that tiny flutter of panic, it's the chicken way. You've landed in a place where we celebrate the fowl play and the feathery chaos. Speaking of chaos, if you've ever watched a rooster go from fine to fowl play overnight, you know the drama never stops. We've got your back with stories that make you laugh, cringe, and nod in solidarity. So grab a seat and prepare for some truly cluck-worthy adventures.
Why my feathered friends have me seriously chickening out right now
There's a chicken-shaped hole in my heart right now, and I'm not sure whether to laugh or hide under the coop. My normally chatty hen Sweeney has gone completely silent, her crop feels empty, and she's refusing to eat or drink. For anyone who's ever loved a feathered friend, that's the kind of quiet that screams louder than any squawk. It's a fowl kind of panic, and it has me seriously chickening out. If you're in the same boat, our piece on "Sweeney's gone quiet, her crop's empty: time for some cluck-tastic detective work" offers a few clues for when your hen goes mute. Sometimes the best thing we can do is laugh through the worry.
I snapped a pic of a chicken and now I'm questioning my life choices
So you snapped a pic of a chicken, and now you're questioning your entire life. Honestly? That's the most relatable thing I've heard all week. There's something about freezing a feathered friend in a photograph that makes you realize just how judgmental those beady little eyes can be. Did she know you were taking the shot? Was she mid-squawk? The mystery is part of the fun. We've all been there, staring at a chicken and wondering if she's plotting some fowl play. If you need a break from existential poultry pondering, check out our piece on why one hen screams bloody murder when her pal lays an egg. Because nothing says "life choices" like a bird that won't stop yelling.
The Northern Wall guardians are clucking brave: and honestly, terrifying
The Northern Wall guardians are clucking brave, and honestly, terrifying. A user known as ColoradoCattleCo shared a glimpse of these feathered sentinels, and I can't help but admire their audacity while also feeling a little chicken myself. There's something both hilarious and spine-tingling about birds that guard a wall with such fierce energy. It's the kind of fowl play that makes you respect their grit, even as you're backing away slowly. For those who appreciate a truly egg-citing display of poultry personality, this post delivers. And if you're in the mood for more feathered admiration, check out the blue-ribbon ears on the chicken submitted by Alejandrittaa, absolutely adorable.
This vintage incubator is egg-citing history: even if it's a little fowl
I stood there in Gulf Island National Park on Pender Island, BC, staring at a vintage incubator that someone actually saved and put on display. And honestly? I thought that was cluck-tastic. It's egg-citing history, even if it's a little fowl. There's something wonderfully quirky about preserving old chicken-keeping gear like this, it feels like a nod to every nervous newbie who ever held their breath waiting for eggs to hatch. It made me think of that whole onagadori drama with the four fluffy babies and the feathery white mystery. This incubator might be retired, but it's still telling stories. And I'm here for that.
When the wind blows, your feathered friends might just become fowl missiles
When the wind whips through the coop, your beloved feathered friends can turn into unexpected fowl missiles, and trust me, that's as terrifying as it sounds. Submitted by /u/Bearthegood, this story captures that heart-stopping moment when a gust of wind sends your chickens airborne, blending genuine concern with the absurd reality of chicken-keeping. I've been there, watching a calm afternoon turn into a scene of chaotic flight, and it's both hilarious and horrifying. If you're trying to decode your hen's mysterious new noises, you might want to check out our piece "Is your hen's new noise a secret egg song or a distress call", because knowing the difference could save you from a few panicked sprints across the yard.
She's got a burning chicken question: and we're all ears, cluck-tastically
She's got a burning chicken question, and we're all ears, cluck-tastically, of course. /u/lupy_color has thrown down the feathered gauntlet, and honestly, we're just here for the fowl play. Is it about behavior? Anatomy? The secret language of clucks? We don't know yet, but that's what makes it egg-citing. It reminds me of the time we tried to tell our white hens apart by their feet color, a true wing-flapping underdog strategy that actually worked. If you need a deeper dive on that method, check out "Feathered foot clues and a wing-flapping underdog steal the show." For now, let's all gather 'round and wait for /u/lupy_color to spill the yolk.
This chicken is so clucky-cute it's almost fowl play
That chicken is so clucky-cute it's almost fowl play, and honestly, I can't decide if I want to hug it or run the other way. /u/Yolandeu has submitted a feathered friend that perfectly captures the love-hate relationship we chicken folks know all too well. It's adorable, sure, but there's something in that beady little eye that says, "I know what you did last summer." If you're struggling to tell your white hens apart, our piece on "Feathered foot clues and a wing-flapping underdog steal the show" dives into the foot-color method that saved my sanity. Because when it comes to chickens, the devil really is in the details, and the claws.
Feathered Friends or Fowl Play: Can You Crack This Breed Mystery
So, someone's got a bird that lays eggs but also acts like a rooster. That's not just confusing, that's a full-on identity crisis in the coop. I've been there, staring at a feathered friend and wondering if I'm dealing with a hen who's lost her way or a rooster who's mastered the art of deception. It's the kind of fowl play that keeps you up at night, questioning everything you thought you knew about poultry. This mystery is egg-citing, sure, but also a little terrifying, because what if you've been wrong this whole time? If you're clucking for answers, you might also want to peek at "This Egg-Laying Mystery Has Me Clucking for Answers: Hen or Rooster."
My Nikon and I caught my pretty boys snack-hunting today
I caught my pretty boys snack-hunting today, and let me tell you, nothing says "fowl play" quite like a chicken on a mission. My Nikon and I had a little adventure, chasing those feathered fiends as they poked and pecked their way through the yard. It's egg-citing to capture their true, snack-obsessed nature on camera. They're majestic one moment, ridiculous the next. Honestly, watching them hunt is like a game of hide-and-seek, except they're terrible at hiding. If you're into that kind of cluck-tastic chaos, you might also enjoy the mystery behind "My feathered friend's gone grey and fuzzy-footed." Because apparently, chicken drama never ends.
Hunny's feeling red today and that beret is pure fowl play
Good moooooorrrning, you beautiful cluckers! Hunny's feeling red today and that beret is pure fowl play, I'm honestly here for this level of commitment. Nothing says "I woke up and chose chaos" like a chicken in a beret. It's giving Parisian runway meets backyard coop, and I am *so* not chickening out of this opinion. If you've ever wondered whether your own feathered friend might benefit from a little fashion flair, you're not alone. Speaking of mysteries, our recent deep dive into "White spots on rooster ears: should you be clucking worried" might just save your sanity, and your rooster's dignity. So grab your coffee, embrace the madness, and let's cluck about it.
Sweetcheeks is living that balding muppet life but dog food helps
Poor Sweetcheeks! She's living that balding muppet life, and honestly, I feel her pain. Molting is the absolute worst, one day you're a fluffy queen, the next you look like a muppet with a skin condition. It's a fowl plot twist nobody asked for. But here's the cluck-tastic part: canned dog food to the rescue! Protein-packed and easy to peck, it's the ultimate feather-growing fuel. I've seen similar drama unfold in our piece on *The New Girl's Ruffling Feathers: Buff Orpington Drama Unfolds*, sometimes you just need extra support when the pecking order gets personal. Sending all the good vibes to Sweetcheeks. May her feathers return soon, and may her dignity survive the journey. XD
These egg-citing seasonal cartons have me chickening out over how cute they are
Oh, these egg-citing seasonal cartons have me chickening out over how cute they are! Submitted by u/Level_Sock294, this little treasure proves that even the most practical farm gear can get a whimsical makeover. I mean, who knew egg cartons could spark such joy, and maybe a tiny bit of fear? They're so adorable I almost feel guilty cracking them open. But hey, that's the fowl play we signed up for, right? If you're already deep in chicken detective mode, you might enjoy our piece on "Is my fluffy friend a roo or just a bossy pullet?" It's the perfect companion for anyone questioning their feathered friends' true identities.
This chick's skin is more razzle-dazzle than Frazzle, but we're clucking concerned
Razzle-dazzle indeed, this little chick hatched with skin that looks like it went through a blender, and honestly, we're clucking concerned too. Healthy appetite, perky attitude, but that rough, scaly exterior is a head-scratcher. A Frazzle? Unlikely, but not impossible. Usually, those featherless wonders are born smooth, not textured like a lizard's cousin. Could be a weird hatch-day quirk, or maybe something environmental. Either way, keep an eye on it. If it's eating and acting normal, don't panic yet. But if that skin starts cracking or oozing, you'll want a vet's eyes on it pronto. For more on puzzling poultry skin issues, our piece on Dry Fowl Pox or Pecking Panic might ruffle a few feathers of insight.
This chicken wants more than just your feed: it's angling for a full-time snuggle gig
This chicken isn't just angling for your leftover scraps, it's applying for the position of full-time professional snuggle buddy. Honestly, I respect the hustle. Most hens are content to peck around and call it a day, but this one has ambitions beyond the feed bowl. It wants the warm lap, the gentle scratches, the whole pampered package. And honestly? I get it. If you're going to be a feathered friend, you might as well aim for the cushy gig. We've covered plenty of chicken drama around here, from mystery breeds to pecking-order injuries, but this is a refreshing twist, a chicken who just wants love. I hope this little clucker gets the job.