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think at Alektorophobia is a file of 3 stories. The newest of them: “This clucky costume has me questioning my whole fowl fashion game”, “The Great Chick Identification Challenge: Hens or Roosters”, and “The Great Hen Rump Debate: Guilty Pleasure or Fowl Play”. Oh, that is a *look*. I posted pictures of the mystery chicks my kids picked out at TSC this summer, and honestly, I'm just psyched they turned out to be hens. Chickens. Everything there is to know about chickens and the fear of them. The list below is every think story on Alektorophobia, newest first.
This clucky costume has me questioning my whole fowl fashion game
Oh, that is a *look*. This clucky costume has me questioning my whole fowl fashion game too, because she absolutely pulls it off. There's something wonderfully unhinged about committing to a full chicken ensemble, and I am here for it. It's the kind of feathery confidence that makes you wonder if we've been taking our feathered friends too seriously all along. If you need more proof that chickens are basically tiny dinosaurs with a flair for the dramatic, check out our piece on "Three clucky brothers who'll make you question if chickens are actually sweet." LJ, Reese, and Cyrus might just convince you the pecking order is more about personality than poultry.
The Great Chick Identification Challenge: Hens or Roosters
I posted pictures of the mystery chicks my kids picked out at TSC this summer, and honestly, I'm just psyched they turned out to be hens. My buff Orpington pullets? Big red roosters. 🤣 The verdict is still out on these ladies, but I'm leaning toward Isa Browns. What do you all think? It's a cluck-tastic mystery, and I love that we're all in this together, trying to figure out who's who before they start crowing (or not). If you need a break from the suspense, check out our story on *This Clever Girl proves chickens are way smarter than we give them credit for*, it'll remind you why we put up with their fowl play in the first place.
The Great Hen Rump Debate: Guilty Pleasure or Fowl Play
So, you've discovered the forbidden fluff. That soft, plushy spot on a hen's backside is undeniably tempting, like a secret pillow you're not supposed to touch. I totally get the paradox. You're standing there, hand hovering, feeling both guilty and weirdly compelled. Is it a crime? A guilty pleasure? Or just another quirky chapter in our love-hate relationship with these feathered friends? Honestly, I think we've all been there, and the fact that we're even debating it is what makes this community so cluck-tastic. It reminds me of our piece on whether ducks leaving the coop is just fowl play, sometimes, we just need to laugh at the absurdity of it all. So, what's the verdict?