Egg Hunt

A.'s sister was kind enough to bring some dyed eggs for an Easter egg hunt at our house yesterday. Cubby and his second cousin, who is almost a year older than Cubby, were the only children old enough to really participate. And as it turned out, Cubby's cousin was the one who found most of the eggs.

The Easter eggs, that is.

As soon as Cubby realized we were looking for eggs, he took off for the sheep barn, where he crawled right into the chicken nest behind the hay feeder and brought out two newly-laid eggs.

Not the exact idea of an Easter egg hunt, but I can't say I was surprised. Highly amused, yes, but not surprised. That's my (country) boy.