sisters
sisters at Alektorophobia is a file of 4 stories. The newest of them: “Hen with the reddest face: could she actually be a he”, “Is That a Rooster or Just a Clucky Identity Crisis”, and “My girl's in a pickle after a fowl hang-up: need some cluck-tastic advice”. So, Helen's mom is convinced one of her new hens is actually a rooster, and honestly, I'm here for this little 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. Chickens. Everything there is to know about chickens and the fear of them. The list below is every sisters story on Alektorophobia, newest first.
Hen with the reddest face: could she actually be a he
So, Helen's mom is convinced one of her new hens is actually a rooster, and honestly, I'm here for this little identity crisis. The lady in question has the reddest face in the flock, and apparently, she might have been caught crowing. That's a pretty solid piece of evidence. A hen can have a bright red comb and wattles, sure, but when you add a crow to the mix, the math starts looking a little fowl. I think mom might be right. It happens more often than you'd think, you raise a batch of chicks thinking you've got a peaceful all-girl band, and then one starts showing off.
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.
My girl's in a pickle after a fowl hang-up: need some cluck-tastic advice
Well, isn't that a cluck of a pickle. A hen hanging by one leg on the feed bin chain, with her sisters turning her into a pecking piñata, that's the kind of fowl play that makes you want to chicken out of the whole morning. The swollen, bloody face is rough, but you're right to focus on those splayed legs. A towel in the tub for traction is a smart start, but I'd also keep her separated so the flock doesn't pile on more stress. She's lucky you found her, even if she's a bit worse for wear. For more hen-ergy drama, our piece on "Meet Ms. Nancy Legbar" might offer some lighter reading. Here's hoping she's back to ruling the roost soon.
Our feathered friend needs a little Mozart and a lot of love
Oh, my heart. Reading this, I can practically feel that frantic, helpless rush when you hear the commotion and run outside too late. Your poor girl might not have a scratch, but that doesn't mean she isn't shaken to her little feathered core. It's so sweet that you thought of the baby Mozart, honestly, that's some next-level chicken parenting. I'm sending you all the good vibes. The limping is a bit of a worry, though. Even if the dog didn't break skin, a hard grab or twist can pull a muscle or cause some deep bruising. Keeping her separated in a cool, dark room is a perfect call. It gives her a safe space to decompress and lets you watch her.