I'd say the little lady of the house is becoming quite the farm girl. Does she even have a choice? She opens up the garden gates herself to pick Daddy's peppers (and take bites out of some before she delivers them to his shop door).
Once the produce is delivered, she becomes the Chicken Whisperer. The hens don't want me to hold them, and will sort of let Reed catch them. They crouch right down very submissively for ZB, though! They are her little pets, though. Since our old dog is not playful in his old age, the chickens are about the best thing ZBs got to call a pet :)
This child never stops - silly and happy all day long!