I had recently read a newspaper article about a farmer's market that opened near where we live. After my morning work was done on Friday, Evan and I decided to head out there and see what they had to offer. We got there about 11:30 only to realize that their operating hours were from 7 a.m. until 11 a.m.
Not to waste a trip, we decided to get out of the car and look around. The farmers market not only sells fruits and vegetables, they also had tomato plants, flowering plants and fresh eggs. In back of the market is the chicken house and coop where all of the chickens are kept. Evan walked up to the coop and all of the chickens came up to him, wanting to be fed, I am assuming. He walked around the fence and the chickens followed him wherever he went. He loved it and wished that he had some feed to give them. I had to drag him away from those chickens after about 15 minutes. I had the feeling that he could have stayed there all afternoon.
Evan talking to the chickens.
"Mom, they are following me wherever I go."
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