lost
3 stories filed under lost on Alektorophobia. The newest of them: “Pants, our darling feathered friend, lost to a brutal fowl play”, “From 4 quail hatchlings to a clumsy mama's first parenting test”, and “Can anyone ID this mystery hen or is she just a backyard mutt”. We lost our darling Pants to a brutal cat attack, and honestly, my heart is still doing that weird fluttery thing that has nothing to do with feathers. From 4 quail hatchlings to a clumsy mama's first parenting test, she did it! Chickens. Everything there is to know about chickens and the fear of them. The list below is every lost story on Alektorophobia, newest first.
Pants, our darling feathered friend, lost to a brutal fowl play
We lost our darling Pants to a brutal cat attack, and honestly, my heart is still doing that weird fluttery thing that has nothing to do with feathers. She was left with a broken neck, but she'll always be our most cluck-tastic chicken. It's a raw reminder that even in the cozy world of feathered friends, fowl play can strike when you least expect it. For a lighter look at our flock's antics, check out our "24/7 livestream lets you watch Peckington Square's fowl antics live", it's the perfect way to celebrate the chaos these birds bring, even when it hurts. Rest easy, Pants. You were one egg-citing bird.
From 4 quail hatchlings to a clumsy mama's first parenting test
From 4 quail hatchlings to a clumsy mama's first parenting test, she did it! Ten eggs, five duds, one lost in the chaos, and four perfect little peepers. Now the real fun begins: watching this gentle (but accident-prone) mother figure out how to raise her babies. I threw a heat lamp under there just in case they don't quite speak the same language. And yes, she already stepped on one while scolding my hands, had to swoop in and save the little guy. All good now, though. It's a cluck-tastic mess of love and fowl play, and honestly, it gives major "Strike a Pose, Ladies" energy.
Can anyone ID this mystery hen or is she just a backyard mutt
A mystery hen shows up in the neighborhood, and nobody else steps up, so one brave soul is taking her in. Now the big question: can anyone ID this feathered wanderer, or is she just a backyard mutt? I love a good fowl identity crisis. This hen could be anything from a rare breed to a glorious mix of "who knows," and honestly, that's part of the fun. If you've ever tried to figure out what your own chickens are, you know the struggle is real. For more breed-sleuthing adventures, check out our related piece, "Feathered Friends or Fowl Play: Can You Crack This Breed Mystery." Let's help this clucky newcomer find her roots, or at least give her a name.