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weight at Alektorophobia is a file of 3 stories. The newest of them: “Our neighbor's mystery rooster has a face that's seen some fowl play”, “Is Tiny Biscuit a Runt, or Should We Cluck About It?”, and “Heat claimed our 8.6-pound chocolate lady, but her tiny eggs remain egg-citing”. Oh, this mystery rooster sounds like he's seen some serious fowl play, and I'm not just saying that because of his face. Biscuit weighs 36 grams while Cornbread tips the scale at 87, that's not just a little gap, that's a full-on fowl divide. Chickens. Everything there is to know about chickens and the fear of them. The list below is every weight story on Alektorophobia, newest first.
Our neighbor's mystery rooster has a face that's seen some fowl play
Oh, this mystery rooster sounds like he's seen some serious fowl play, and I'm not just saying that because of his face. A neighbor's rooster who wanders into your yard, looking like he's survived every molt known to chicken-kind, yet weighing less than he appears? That's a feathered friend with stories to tell. But here's the thing, you've got your own flock to worry about. Is it just old age making him look rough, or could there be something more sinister lurking under those ruffled feathers? I totally get the concern. We've all been there, wondering if that wandering rooster is carrying more than just a mysterious past.
Is Tiny Biscuit a Runt, or Should We Cluck About It?
Biscuit weighs 36 grams while Cornbread tips the scale at 87, that's not just a little gap, that's a full-on fowl divide. And honestly? It's enough to make anyone cluck with concern. But here's the thing: Biscuit is eating, drinking, and zipping around like she owns the brooder. She's not acting sick, which makes this less about panic and more about patience. I've seen this dance before in the backyard poultry world, and sometimes the tiniest peep is just built different. Chickens Got Her Good! A Backyard Poultry Adventure taught us that these birds can surprise you. So, is she a runt or just a late bloomer? The scale says one thing, but her spirit says another.
Heat claimed our 8.6-pound chocolate lady, but her tiny eggs remain egg-citing
Well, Peggy was a Chocolate Orpington, and she tipped the scales at 8.6 pounds after she crossed the rainbow bridge. That's a big, beautiful lady who left us way too soon. It's a real kick in the shins when the heat gets one of our feathered friends, especially one who gave us those tiny, perfect cream eggs. Losing a chicken is never easy, but losing one with such a quiet, gentle presence stings a little extra. We're sending all our cluck-tastic love to you and your flock today. She sounded like a true gem, and it's clear she was so loved. For more stories about the ups and downs of backyard life, you might enjoy our piece on "Chickens Got Her Good!