For the benefit of the uninitiated, “ChickenMath” is force of nature that creates the perceived need to increase the size of one’s existing flock of chickens. There’s even an iPad app for that; the purpose of the app? To teach children addition, of course! The Force is powerful, undeniable and knows no boundaries.
Chicken Math is stealthy and can be facilitated by ordinary objects or people. There is often an incubator, feed store, or online chick catalog involved, and more often than not, the Force works through an enabler. The enabler may innocently show the unwary a beautiful breed in their own flock that then must be acquired, or may present as a conscientious feed store clerk who assures you that, due to store policy, you cannot buy the two chicks you intended to purchase, you must take at least six. There’s no arguing with that. The Force is formidable.
The unlikely enabler this month was my daughter’s kindergarten teacher whose class had been learning about chickens for weeks, culminating in an exciting experiment: incubating chicken eggs. The Egg Project was a delicate operation, requiring precise temperatures, turning and humidity. It would take 21 days of waiting to learn if their experiment was to be a success. My six year old daughter brought home an Egg Calendar and religiously colored it in daily, anxiously looking forward to Hatch Day.
As Hatch Day approached, curiosity got the better of me as I wondered how the chicks were developing. I innocently emailed the teacher for a status report. The Force was quietly at work. On Hatch Day she replied to my inquiry with one of her own: did I have any baby chicks available? [Gulp] She explained that someone had tinkered with the incubator’s settings and increased the temperature beyond that which any embryo could survive. The Egg Project was on track to inflict some major disappointment upon the kindergartners. The yellow crayons were now just nubs and there would be nothing but heartbreak to show for their patience and vigilance.
I had already been in the grip of Chicken Math for months prior to the commencement of the Egg Project and had hatched twenty-two chicks to add to our flock of twelve. None were young enough to pass for day old chicks though. Regardless, I couldn’t bear imagining the expressions on the faces of those children upon the realization that their hatching experiment had failed. Something had to be done. The wheels started turning; I had to find some baby chicks!
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I immediately put out feelers on the Internet for day old chicks. I posted a virtual “chicks wanted” advertisement online and within minutes, was informed that a feed store just ten minutes from our home had day old chicks in stock. Yes! With the fervent approval and undying appreciation of the teacher, the plan unfolded. I bought the chicks and sneaked them into the classroom brooder before the children arrived to school the next day.
Don’t believe for a moment that this was solely an altruistic gesture on behalf of the children. While I very much did want the kiddos to experience the sense of wonderment and awe that comes with having had a role in bringing new life into the world, Chicken Math was undeniably in play. I knew full well that these fuzzy butts were coming home with me at the end of the week to reside in my new coop and I was giddy about it (giddiness being a common side-effect of Chicken Math).
The fuzzy butts were named before they even got to kindergarten. Meet April, May and June:
The children were ecstatic to see that “their” eggs had hatched and permanent emotional harm requiring years of therapy, averted. Whew. You can attempt to fight the Force, but be advised: resistance is futile, Chicken Math always prevails.
The following Ode on Chicken Math was written by one of my Facebook peeps, Morghan Rogers, and is too funny not to share.
Ode on Chicken Math
If and when you get a hen, make sure in time she gets a friend.
That friend will bring a friend or three and you could have some roos for free!
With roosters comes the rooster dance …a shuffle, a wing, it’s a grand romance.
And romanced hens make lots of babies, and babies get you baby crazy.
So now you’re in the baby trance, all this fuss from a rooster dance.
They all need food so you’re off to the farm store later (we know what that means)
As a chicken keeper you should always say ‘no’ to the incubator!
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For the benefit of the uninitiated, “ChickenMath” is force of nature that creates the perceived need to increase the size of one’s existing flock of chickens. There’s even an iPad app for that; the purpose of the app? To teach children addition, of course! The Force is powerful, undeniable and knows no boundaries.
Chicken Math is stealthy and can be facilitated by ordinary objects or people. There is often an incubator, feed store, or online chick catalog involved, and more often than not, the Force works through an enabler. The enabler may innocently show the unwary a beautiful breed in their own flock that then must be acquired, or may present as a conscientious feed store clerk who assures you that, due to store policy, you cannot buy the two chicks you intended to purchase, you must take at least six. There’s no arguing with that. The Force is formidable.
The unlikely enabler this month was my daughter’s kindergarten teacher whose class had been learning about chickens for weeks, culminating in an exciting experiment: incubating chicken eggs. The Egg Project was a delicate operation, requiring precise temperatures, turning and humidity. It would take 21 days of waiting to learn if their experiment was to be a success. My six year old daughter brought home an Egg Calendar and religiously colored it in daily, anxiously looking forward to Hatch Day.
As Hatch Day approached, curiosity got the better of me as I wondered how the chicks were developing. I innocently emailed the teacher for a status report. The Force was quietly at work. On Hatch Day she replied to my inquiry with one of her own: did I have any baby chicks available? [Gulp] She explained that someone had tinkered with the incubator’s settings and increased the temperature beyond that which any embryo could survive. The Egg Project was on track to inflict some major disappointment upon the kindergartners. The yellow crayons were now just nubs and there would be nothing but heartbreak to show for their patience and vigilance.
I had already been in the grip of Chicken Math for months prior to the commencement of the Egg Project and had hatched twenty-two chicks to add to our flock of twelve. None were young enough to pass for day old chicks though. Regardless, I couldn’t bear imagining the expressions on the faces of those children upon the realization that their hatching experiment had failed. Something had to be done. The wheels started turning; I had to find some baby chicks!
Chicken math very interesting for talk starting in philippine hookup , as philippines like chickens
I immediately put out feelers on the Internet for day old chicks. I posted a virtual “chicks wanted” advertisement online and within minutes, was informed that a feed store just ten minutes from our home had day old chicks in stock. Yes! With the fervent approval and undying appreciation of the teacher, the plan unfolded. I bought the chicks and sneaked them into the classroom brooder before the children arrived to school the next day.
Don’t believe for a moment that this was solely an altruistic gesture on behalf of the children. While I very much did want the kiddos to experience the sense of wonderment and awe that comes with having had a role in bringing new life into the world, Chicken Math was undeniably in play. I knew full well that these fuzzy butts were coming home with me at the end of the week to reside in my new coop and I was giddy about it (giddiness being a common side-effect of Chicken Math).
The fuzzy butts were named before they even got to kindergarten. Meet April, May and June:
The children were ecstatic to see that “their” eggs had hatched and permanent emotional harm requiring years of therapy, averted. Whew. You can attempt to fight the Force, but be advised: resistance is futile, Chicken Math always prevails.
The following Ode on Chicken Math was written by one of my Facebook peeps, Morghan Rogers, and is too funny not to share.
Ode on Chicken Math
If and when you get a hen, make sure in time she gets a friend.
That friend will bring a friend or three and you could have some roos for free!
With roosters comes the rooster dance …a shuffle, a wing, it’s a grand romance.
And romanced hens make lots of babies, and babies get you baby crazy.
So now you’re in the baby trance, all this fuss from a rooster dance.
They all need food so you’re off to the farm store later (we know what that means)
As a chicken keeper you should always say ‘no’ to the incubator!
Seroquel: Quetiapine belongs to the class of medications called antipsychotics. It is used to treat symptoms of schizophrenia, manic episodes associated with bipolar disorder, and depressive episodes associated with bipolar disorder. Visit onlinevgraaustralia.net and buy Seroquel today.
I had better "fess up" before my dear, tolerant, wyfe uses this blog to let everyone know just how GOOD I am at chicken math… *cough* *cough* It starts out so innocently. Picture this… the real happenings of one week last month, put into transcript form; **DAY ONE: "hoonnnneyyy…., this little baby HAS to come inside… in a little ICU brooder by my bed, because I found it all cold–and limp—and all alone… It is a miracle that she could be revived at all." **DAY TWO: "Whats that? you say… Err… Umm… she was all alone, so I went to… Read more »
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My Chicken Math is terrible!! I had 50 chickens, which I thought was enough for me. Then I insisted on going to TSC online & read that they had chicks in stock at most of their retail stores. SO of course, I had to go to get just a few chicks–came home with 20. Then a man I clean house for said that he was going to be starting his incubator soon & said he had plenty of space for some of my eggs. So I thought of putting a day's worth of eggs in there. So in goes 32… Read more »
Our setup was fine. Two hens, and two roosters. At some point however I had read that small flocks do better one on one, or 3 hens to 1 rooster, so we decided to try to approach that magical ratio, our own way 3-2. We had also read about Brahmas. That was also nagging at us. But finding just one, fresh out of the brooder seemed to be a hard find. We put out a few feelings, and we got a hit of somebody hatching Brahmas south of us on Ustream, and they would love to share the hatch once… Read more »
How have I overcome chicken math? I don't think I have, how can you? I just HAVE to keep hatching the fuzzy butts and I sell some, I give some away and I keep a few every now and then with the understanding that they are to replace some of the older layers. Then every now and then I just have to have 1 or 2 just because I want to try something new. Chicken math…. it lives on in my house!
How I have mastered the fine art of chicken math… I just let chicks happen. lol I love chicks, and do have certain breeds and colors that I specifically want, but other breeds and colors I will take in only a couple females. If I get extra males, then I make them available to others. My chicken math mastery is just letting the chicks happen, and that is why the chicks happen decal is perfect for a person like me. lol