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3 stories filed under today on Alektorophobia. The newest of them: “Mabel's zombie blink is the fowl play we never saw coming”, “Hunny's feeling red today and that beret is pure fowl play”, and “My Chickens Are Twitching: Help Me Decode This Fowl Play”. Mabel's zombie blink is the fowl play we never saw coming, and honestly, it's cluck-tastic. Good moooooorrrning, you beautiful cluckers! Chickens. Everything there is to know about chickens and the fear of them. The list below is every today story on Alektorophobia, newest first.
Mabel's zombie blink is the fowl play we never saw coming
Mabel's zombie blink is the fowl play we never saw coming, and honestly, it's cluck-tastic. I was just snapping pictures of my chickens when somehow I caught her mid-blink, and she fully embraced the undead look. That's one feathered friend who knows how to commit to a bit. It reminds me of a similar moment of unexpected chicken celebrity, like when a chickenless fan declared we're all adorable and turned that love into a tapestry. Mabel's not cuddly, though. She's a little haunting, a little hilarious, and exactly the kind of quirky chaos that makes chicken keeping so egg-citing. Who needs a serious farm when you've got a zombie hen?
Hunny's feeling red today and that beret is pure fowl play
Good moooooorrrning, you beautiful cluckers! Hunny's feeling red today and that beret is pure fowl play, I'm honestly here for this level of commitment. Nothing says "I woke up and chose chaos" like a chicken in a beret. It's giving Parisian runway meets backyard coop, and I am *so* not chickening out of this opinion. If you've ever wondered whether your own feathered friend might benefit from a little fashion flair, you're not alone. Speaking of mysteries, our recent deep dive into "White spots on rooster ears: should you be clucking worried" might just save your sanity, and your rooster's dignity. So grab your coffee, embrace the madness, and let's cluck about it.
My Chickens Are Twitching: Help Me Decode This Fowl Play
Okay, so my white chicken is twitching her head and neck like she's headbanging to a song only she can hear, and now my brown chicken is in on the fowl play too. They're both acting totally fine, walking around, cooing at me, but this is the kind of cluck-tastic mystery I did not sign up for. Should I be freaking out about the eggs I've been eating? I'm trying not to chicken out here, but uncontrollable spasms are a whole new level of poultry panic. For anyone else whose heart says cluck but brain says run, you're not alone. Check out our related story, "When your heart says cluck but your brain says run," for more solidarity in feathery chaos.