The egg hunt is always fun, as much for me as for them. This year, though, I had ample space to hide them and the children had ample helpers---in the form of chickens. Those silly chickens follow us around wherever we are, hoping to beat us to the goodies or begging for us to share our goodies with them.
"Why Henny! Did you EVER see such eggs? How *very* brazen the chicken who laid them."
"Oh my goodness! Well, I never!"
And they clucked on and on about the travesty of it all, while simulateously wishing (albeit secretly) THEY could produce such lovely eggs.