There are days when I wonder what happens to a woman when she slips from that role of raising children to nurturing the relationship of grandparent to grandchild.
We moved onto the farm when our boys were 13 and 15 and I can tell you that there was never a hen then that came poking around my house.
She came in carrying her little friend and they both seemed quite relaxed about it.
I didn't blog back when the boys were 13 and 15 and maybe if I had there would have been a few more allowances then too.
The little hen rested quite happily in the loving arms if this three year old and was happy to be toted around.
After a little visit in the house I mentioned what a lovely day it was outside and shouldn't we all go outside and maybe the little hen was sleepy and would like to go back into the hen house.