Chris Slade describes the son et lumiere presentation at the abbey of Bon Repos called "Le Pays de Conomor" in Brittany, which takes place during the first two weeks of August.
I am even sure a couple of the hens aren’t laying eggs at all.
Savvy country folk wouldn’t be at all concerned: the hens would just be killed, plucked, gutted and put in the freezer.. all in a morning’s work.
Deep down, (well, actually, not so deep down) I am not a ‘savvy country person’: I don’t like the ‘harsh’ end of country life.
I keep putting off this morning’s work.
I see Guillaume over the fence feeding his hens.
I wonder: would he like some more hens? Is it fair to pass off my old hens onto him?
I call: “Guillaume, Good morning. How are you?”
“Well, but worried about the lack of rain. What can I do for you?”
“Would you like some hens?” I ask.
“They are rather old” I add, apologetically.
“Why don’t you want them?” Guillaume asks, peering at them over the fence.
“They are pretty plump, they would make a fabulous coq au vin”
“I don’t really like killing them”
Guillaume looks at me as if I am completely bonkers.
Ten minutes later, he arrives with a couple of boxes and my hens disappear.
In the nest box, he leaves me a dozen eggs.