I was fit to die . . . I went outside this morning, did a visual scan of the chicken coop, and went into emergency mode. It was clear my chickens were very sick and would be dropping like flies at any moment, because there was something, very, VERY wrong with their poop. I'd never seen anything like it on BYC, it must be some new or rare thing that hit my flock, and I'd be responsible for an epidemic that sweeps across America, taking out chickens everywhere. I'd be vilified. I'd be responsible for the government shutting down private chicken ownership for good. Why, oh why do I have such awful luck? Why was it my flock struck with some awful disease that causes orange poop, yellow poop, green poop . . . oh, wait.
Note to self: In the future, it might help to hold off panicking until your memory kicks in to remind you that you had administered food coloring the night before to ascertain which hens were laying what eggs.
Note to self: In the future, it might help to hold off panicking until your memory kicks in to remind you that you had administered food coloring the night before to ascertain which hens were laying what eggs.