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Why are the neighborhood chickens suddenly doing the fowl flop?

There I was, hauling a mystery chicken home from the roadside at night, already questioning my life choices, when the poor thing face-plants mid-step. Then, as if the universe needed to double down on the weirdness, I spot another feathered friend literally falling out of a tree. That's not a clumsy oops, that's a red flag with feathers. I'm no vet, but a chicken that can't stand and a buddy taking an unscheduled aerial exit sounds less like a party trick and more like something contagious creeping through the neighborhood. Time to play detective before our whole block turns into a fowl flop festival. For anyone dealing with their own feathery chaos, our piece on purring hens proves these birds keep us guessing.