Egg in the hay 🥚

Good morning.  A nasty storm blew through last night, leaving this morning hot, humid, and—of course!—MUDDY:Chezzie and Stormy are in Misty’s stall (not for long):Betty is stretching her neck while sharpening her claws:Ok, who laid this egg?Dukie says, “It wasn’t me!”“But if you cook it, I’ll eat it!” 😺

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