Not much happening on the homefront

I needed a change of scene, so I grabbed my laptop and went to the kitchen table to work on some stories this morning.
I was tapping away on the keyboard like a woodpecker with a mission when I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. Down under the apple tree where we feed the deer, I saw a wild turkey who was apparently looking to find some corn for breakfast. 
Unfortunately, he was out of luck, because the deer came the evening before and scarfed down all the corn I'd put out and I hadn't gone out to replenish it.
He actually looked like this guy, but by the time I grabbed my camera he was long gone, so I borrowed this one from the Internet. (Hope that's ok guys).
Wild turkeys are very skittish and they notice the slightest movement, even from a distance.  Maybe I should keep the Canon camera on the table for the next few days.
Also, I think Mr. Chicken Snake is getting my eggs. I usually get two eggs a day but the last few days, I got zilch. What's even stranger, the golf balls I had in the nests (a little trick I learned to entice the hens to lay), were missing too. I mean, they weren't knocked out of the nest by a raccoon, or possum, they were gone.
So I'm guessing Mr. Chicken Snake has a major case of indigestion. I can hear him now, "WHY WON'T THESE DANG EGGS CRACK LIKE ALL THE OTHERS!"
Anyhow, I've kept a closer eye on the nests today. If I catch him in the act, I plan to trap him and take him to live with the raccoons I tapped last spring.
It's bedtime blog buddies. Y'all sleep tight.