We were told it never snows in this part of France, and yet this morning we wake up to a thick blanket of snow. We make our way as usual towards the chicken coops to get the hay and the feed for the goats (we figured out that we need to feed the goats first, otherwise they don’t get a single bite to eat because the chickens, lead by the new rooster who appears to have no shame, have worked out that they can get a second breakfast chez the goats). It is still snowing heavily when we get to the goats huts. Obviously, they are going to get breakfast…
