Windy as all get-out last night. Lots of branches down in the yard and a couple of loose panel on the patio roof. Chicken fence was partially open so the girls were free ranging again. At least I checked before letting the dogs out.
I go out to round them up and only find 5, seems that one BLA is absent. (This is where the audience gasps and says "Oh, dear".)
Next I go to the coop to get the treats which will always bring out the stragglers from their hidey-holes. (This part gives the audience a glimmer of hope.)
Slowing opening the coop door with a conga line of 5 hens trailing behind, (This part gives the audience suspense and a visual for their imagination.)
the door opens and I hear a scream! Buh-KWAH! A flurry of grey feathers leap from the nest box unto my shoulder.(The audience is startled.)
The hero (me) recovers quickly (as heroes are wont to) and peers in the nest box, (Audience grows anxious.)
and finds 2 green bantam eggs in the same box. (Audience sighs with relief and applause begins. Cue happy background music. End scene with a fade.)