Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

We have our two year old grandson every day this week, since his preschool is closed.  We took him to the rose garden again, which he loves.  He collects petals from the ground, smells the flowers, and runs around and up and down stairs until he's exhausted himself.  Today he was trying to find a hiding spot and discovered a chicken coop up in the trees.  Nine big fat hens, all very social, came to the fence in anticipation of food or just curiosity about an animal not much bigger than they are.  The biggest, a black and white, beautifully feathered lady, seemed to take a shine to our grandson, and he to her.  We finally persuaded him to leave, but he's always adored chickens.  The nest/egg thing is fascinating, and the perhaps unconscious feeling of having been an egg in his mommy's nest is bubbling up in him.  He's definitely our little chickadee!