It's spring in Vermont, almost summer, with the little fake out we had in April zoe and I are trying to get our bearings. The sun will shine but it'll only be 30 degrees...so we are having a hard time staying cooped up. Most of the time we bundle up and peel layers off all over the yard, Zoe has gotten in the habit of leaving boots, socks, sweatshirts, etc. scattered across the lawn. She's very curious, we look under rocks and around my mothers flower beds searching for insects and bugs and spiders and such. Zoe loves bugs, today we found an inch worm and she watched it creep across a branch trying to pet it saying "nice, nice worm".
Zoe also is a 'chicken whisperer'. There is one chicken that will always come out of its pen in our neighbors backyard to see her when ever she is playing. She talks to it and says hello, and the chicken will cluck and talk back to her. They're great friends and its really funny. My parents never seem to get the chicken's attention and it ignores them, but it will get almost close enough for zoe to pet when she's in the yard.
Zoe also is a 'chicken whisperer'. There is one chicken that will always come out of its pen in our neighbors backyard to see her when ever she is playing. She talks to it and says hello, and the chicken will cluck and talk back to her. They're great friends and its really funny. My parents never seem to get the chicken's attention and it ignores them, but it will get almost close enough for zoe to pet when she's in the yard.
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