TheFugitivePen
Songster
To be honest, I had ZERO interest in chickens until my husband said he wanted to buy some so we could have fresh eggs and become food independent.
Until he said that, I was only interested in ducks. I'm still interesting in ducks ... but now I also have a chicken obsession
Once he announced that he was buying 7 Black Australorp chicks, I went into research mode. I love research. I think it's a required nerd trait.
Like a thing? RESEARCH IT.
Don't like a thing? RESEARCH IT.
Discover you're going to encounter a thing? FREAKN RESEARCH IT.
And then 8 tiny fluffballs on legs arrived and I was gone. Love at first sight, whatever you want to call it. I adored these things. I couldn't get enough of them. They made me laugh. They warmed my heart. They pooped all over my shirt and my floor and I didn't freakn care. They were too cute and funny to stay mad at. Seriously. Yellow and black cotton came to life and wanted treats and snuggles. Who could dislike that?
During my research period, I learned about this thing chicken people call "chicken math." You buy one chicken, it makes you happy, so you buy more chickens to increase happiness. "How silly," pre-chicken me said. "I will never fall prey to such thinking. I will be perfectly content with single-digit chicken numbers."
Peeps.
Guess who's begging her husband for more chicken babies this spring because she wants to collect more pretty birds and pretty eggs?
I am the chicken math.
Until he said that, I was only interested in ducks. I'm still interesting in ducks ... but now I also have a chicken obsession

Once he announced that he was buying 7 Black Australorp chicks, I went into research mode. I love research. I think it's a required nerd trait.
Like a thing? RESEARCH IT.
Don't like a thing? RESEARCH IT.
Discover you're going to encounter a thing? FREAKN RESEARCH IT.
And then 8 tiny fluffballs on legs arrived and I was gone. Love at first sight, whatever you want to call it. I adored these things. I couldn't get enough of them. They made me laugh. They warmed my heart. They pooped all over my shirt and my floor and I didn't freakn care. They were too cute and funny to stay mad at. Seriously. Yellow and black cotton came to life and wanted treats and snuggles. Who could dislike that?
During my research period, I learned about this thing chicken people call "chicken math." You buy one chicken, it makes you happy, so you buy more chickens to increase happiness. "How silly," pre-chicken me said. "I will never fall prey to such thinking. I will be perfectly content with single-digit chicken numbers."
Peeps.
Guess who's begging her husband for more chicken babies this spring because she wants to collect more pretty birds and pretty eggs?
I am the chicken math.