Willie Roo and his ladies: 4, Michelle: 0. Well, that's not entirely true. I got to keep 8 eggs. My dear rooster, mean Willie, whose current position is temporary, decided it was time again to do a little boxing with me. I have been super busy with work lately and had not been down to the coop to collect eggs all day. Normally I go a bunch of times just to get outside rest my eyes and breathe fresh air. So tonight I go wandering down with my hands full. I have my egg basket, my mini shovel, and a plastic bowl for some sod and dirt for the chicks in the brooder. I dropped off the shovel and bowl at the base of one of the grape vines. Might as well take the sod from an area it does not belong. I collect eggs and make sure things are drying up as they should. Willie meets me just as I am exiting the coop. As he puffs out and jumps up I absently brush him off… with the egg basket full of eggs. Grrr. Four ended up cracking. I scrambled them up and fed them right back to the girls. As they gobbled them down I could not help but think they were laughing at me….