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.
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,