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street at Alektorophobia is a file of 3 stories. The newest of them: “My jog turned into a hen-napping rescue mission and now she needs a flock”, “Mystery Mutt Rooster Has Us All Clucking for Answers”, and “This yodeling rooster stole my heart: hot sidewalk and all”. A jog turned into a hen-napping rescue mission, and now this feathery fugitive needs a flock. So, we have a Mystery Mutt Rooster on our hands, and honestly? Chickens. Everything there is to know about chickens and the fear of them. The list below is every street story on Alektorophobia, newest first.
My jog turned into a hen-napping rescue mission and now she needs a flock
A jog turned into a hen-napping rescue mission, and now this feathery fugitive needs a flock. Found on a street with no houses nearby and sporting a few missing feathers, she's clearly had a rough go of it. The big question: will she be okay? The good news is she's got a soft landing, a friend's mother is stepping in with three other hens ready to welcome her. Missing feathers can be a sign of stress or bullying, much like the drama we explored in "When the top hen gets bullied, even a cluck-tastic veteran learns something new." With a little TLC and a new squad, she's got a fighting chance at a cluck-tastic comeback.
Mystery Mutt Rooster Has Us All Clucking for Answers
So, we have a Mystery Mutt Rooster on our hands, and honestly? Same energy here. He's the size of a standard bantam chick, barely a month old, and already giving us that classic rooster confidence, without the crowing to back it up yet. The third picture shows him looking adorably uncertain, which is exactly how I feel trying to guess his adult size. It's a cluck-tastic puzzle. Will he stay pint-sized or surprise us with a growth spurt? For anyone else losing sleep over a feathered friend's future, our piece on whether 11 teenage chickens in a coop is fowl play or just cluck-tastic might offer some solidarity. For now, we're all just waiting and wondering together.
This yodeling rooster stole my heart: hot sidewalk and all
So this yodeling rooster strolls into a lady's backyard off the street, hot sidewalk burning his poor feet, and I'm already obsessed. He's our first boy with full spurs, but he settled right down when I caught him, total sweetheart, no fowl play there. His feet are red and irritated, so he's in quarantine with some ointment, and honestly, I'd be chickening out if he were mean, but he's just pretty and sings like a yodeler. It's a cluck-tastic rescue. Speaking of pretty boys with cameras, our piece "My Nikon and I caught my pretty boys snack-hunting today" shows another feathered friend stealing the spotlight.