Day 61: Chicken in my bed

Day 61:

Couldn’t find the chickduckling that slipped into my house last night. After I shooed it out of my bath it disappeared into the caverns below the cave house’s main floor.

Got up this morning, went down a few levels and south to continue digging toward the mountain. Dug all day. Came home to find one perfect egg laid in the middle of my bed.

Still no sign of the bird.

Sketch of the author's sheepskin bed very similar to day 32, except this time it has a white egg in the middle. Labeled "the bird laid an egg on my sheepskin. Coddammit."
Stupid bird