pollito
pollito at Alektorophobia is a file of 2 stories. The newest of them: “That feathery family resemblance is absolutely cluck-tastic” and “Meet Mansita, my hefty hen, and Perõcho, the featherweight layer”. Oh, that feathery family resemblance is absolutely cluck-tastic! Meet Mansita, my hefty hen, and Perõcho, the featherweight layer. Chickens. Everything there is to know about chickens and the fear of them. The list below is every pollito story on Alektorophobia, newest first.
That feathery family resemblance is absolutely cluck-tastic
Oh, that feathery family resemblance is absolutely cluck-tastic! Seeing a photo of the son and the dad when he was a tiny chick really drives home how those adorable traits get passed down. It's like looking at a tiny, fluffy time capsule. I love how these feathered friends can make us go all sentimental, even while they're busy plotting their next bit of fowl play. If you're in the mood for more chicken capers, check out our piece on "This Chickens Cozy New Perch? A Power Supply Box, Apparently", because apparently, comfort has no limits when you're a bird.
Meet Mansita, my hefty hen, and Perõcho, the featherweight layer
Meet Mansita, my hefty hen, and Perõcho, the featherweight layer. Perõcho has been a skinny little thing since she was a chick, almost no feathers, like a plucked mini-meal. She finally grew her plumage back, but she's still a one-kilo wisp no matter how much she eats. Mansita, on the other hand, was born looking like a little loaf of bread and has only gotten rounder. At two and a half kilos of golden feathers, she's basically a feathered dumpling. I love them both, but watching them side by side is pure cluck-tastic comedy. It reminds me of our "Bench hens" story, some birds just perfect the art of doing nothing together, and these two are masters.