My duck is a few eggs short of an omelet. Literally. This lady has been sitting dutifully on a nest for three days. But Beth, you say, that sounds like rather normal fowl behavior. Right. It would be if there were any eggs in her nest. But hélas, there are not. Not a one. She stopped laying eggs four days ago and for you math geniuses that would be one day before she decided to check into the Hotel de Nid located under the half dead tree at the corner of Drive the Dogs Crazy and Concrete (**).
In other news everyone is sick. I'm sick. Max is sick. And Randi keeps falling off the bed at night, so she must be sick.
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