Libby and the Chicken

If you really pay close attention to this blog, you know that I sit the Little down just about any where that I think will make a good picture. So while in Williamsburg Sunday I thought this white fence would make a good shot
Then this lady in colonial costume walked up with her chicken and claimed it wouldn't peck her eyes out. Realizing that a chicken would make a perfect spring time picture, I obliged her to sit the bird down next to my baby.
At first she liked it and then tried to pluck its feathers.
Then the chicken clucked and she wasn't sure about it

In the end she hated the chicken and all it's clucking and bulking and would not sit next to it anymore.
To all you signing moms out there if you examine this picture closely you can see me signing "chick" to Libby, pretending that I do it all the time, and that seeing this sign should some how calm her down, and make her less frightened of the chicken.
Poor chicken, it really was friendly. I feel like my Little judged it too harshly.