Cecilia has a new passion.  The chickens.  We don boots and pants and go to check eggs.  In to the chicken coop we enter and Cecilia promptly turns to her mother or father and says quite pointedly "GO!"  That being said we nervously sat outside or in the doorway and watched as Cecilia happily held the chickens.  In and out the door and ramp she goes and entertainment, pleasure and joy follow.  While at first guilt at not accompanying our 2 year old consumes a parent in this scenario, it is very quickly realized that neither the chickens nor the child need our help in this relationship.  Each chicken is in turn chased, hugged, kissed and loved.  Any thought of leaving the coop or pen is unacceptable by the girl and is met with cries and screams of protest, for Miss Ce only wants to play with chickens these days.  You'll see why in the following photos.