Three Eggs and Tylenol

Today Squeaky went over the wall.  I was washing dishes and I saw her sitting on the gate into the duck's area.  She brazenly flew in and went into their pen, looking, I suppose, to lay an egg in there. The Terrorists were having none of it, however, and blocked her every move.

At some point she flew out to the safety of the chicken yard and joined the other hens in hunting and pecking and other fun chicken activities. 

At dusk when I went to put the ducks away I half expected to find a Squeaky egg in there, but there was only a duck egg.  As I stood from searching for and finding the pesky ovoid I banged the back of my head on the propped up doorway.  What do you know!  There were two eggs in the duck's pen after all:  one duck egg and one goose egg.

Rubbing the aforementioned goose egg vigorously so as to confuse the pain receptors, I made my way to the chicken coop to shut their little door and found Squeaky's egg all alone in the corner.

I took my three eggs into the house.  I washed and refrigerated two of them. I gingerly patted the third and made an internal application of Tylenol.  I think I'll pass on any future goose eggs.