Now what? Life in rural Ariege

Burblings about adjusting to life in the deep south west of France or "la France profonde" as they call it here and the challenges of restoring a ramshackle collection of tumbledown buildings. I mainly write about local festivals, events and celebrations and, most of all, the weekly ritual of combing vide greniers and brocantes for pre-loved vintage treasures.

26 July 2012

Le quack pack

We have company at our rural gite in Morbihan, Brittany, this week. 4 ducks we have collectively called "le quack pack" stop by chez nous morning and evening to see if there is any stale bread / veggies / salad to be had.

They follow us around quacking to each other, seemingly fascinated by our strange rituals. Antonia was the subject of attention as she pegged out the washing.

A stern look from Graeme sent them on their way back to work this morning.

And it is quite a job they have. They are the mill pond clearance squad. Weed eating is their speciality and there is a lot of weed to eat here!

Just time for a quick siesta then it's back to work. Nice work if you can get it.