It seems my time is come I have fallen victim to the great plague of chicken math.
Chicken math has STRUCK and I am officially doomed—in the best way possible! My very first paycheck from Bomgaars didn’t even stand a chance. The universe clearly wants me drowning in feathers and fluff, and I’m not fighting it.
Molly and Holly, my mauve Cochin bantams are already on the way. They’re tiny sass machines, and I just know they’re going to flap around like they own the whole coop.
Sir Speckles, my chocolate mottled Cochin rooster, is coming too—handsome, dramatic, and probably ready to declare himself king the second his feet hit the ground.
But Bunny… oh Bunny. My sweet white Cochin bantam isn’t just another chicken. She’s special. Her soft, snowy feathers and gentle little presence remind me of my old bunny, and it feels like a piece of that comfort is coming back to me in feathery form. I can already picture her hopping around, pecking curiously, and making everything feel like home again.
And because I clearly have no self‑control, Goldie the buff Wyandotte bantam is joining the party—strutting like royalty.
Minnie, my gold‑laced firecracker, is already plotting mischief.
And Lillian, my lavender Silkie, is basically fluff and attitude rolled into one. he’s going to steal hearts left and right.
I don’t even remember how “just one more” spiraled into a full‑blown flock, but here we are. Between my first paycheck, my first shift, and the countdown until my feathery kingdom arrives, I feel like the luckiest chicken nerd alive. My house is about to explode with fluff, personalities, tiny adventures, and nonstop entertainment—and Bunny, in her quiet way, is already making it feel like home.

