Between exciting football victories, griping about winter, thoughts of getaways, and more griping about winter, I haven't brought you much true France Profonde rurality of late.
We have been getting an occasional sunlit afternoon, and last week my husband was lucky enough to catch these hens and roosters basking in the warmth of a farmhouse yard.
I wonder why this guy would be so curious about what was going on inside the house when it was such a fine day outside?
The grand king of the courtyard definitely appeared to rule the roost, and seemed to know it too:
He was persistent in his curiosity about the other side of the window:
Maybe he was jealous of another creature's creature comforts?