Exit, Pursued by a Dog

So we had a stray dog around our property two days ago. We chased him off, but alas, poor Shakespeare. He hath cross-ed the road.

And dammit all, she was the one that was laying. Now we have no eggs until one of the other ladies decides to lay eggs. We think one has (bigger, different color), but haven’t seen another since, and that was on day 2 of getting eggs, more than a week ago.

We’re keeping them in the coop until noon to encourage laying today.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day

To the last syllable of recorded time,

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!

Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player

That struts and clucks her hour upon the stage

And then is heard no more: it is a tale

Told by a rooster, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.