The Golden Goose

Today at the local village market, I ordered my Christmas goose. What a delight to choose between a white fat bird, another variety which is more elongated like a duck or the smaller Guinea variety which is dark feathered and comes in at around 3.5 kilos. I asked about the fat content as goose fat is positively the best for chips and was assured that the fat will be plentiful. So delivery on 23 December just after dawn in the village square. Only in France does one wax lyrical for several minutes about food. And the same supplier sold me a half dozen eggs laid this morning. The chickens didn't lay last week as it has been cold and wet plus they're losing their feathers which means they're generally moody. This week however a few rays of sunshine have worked wonders. Of interest is the fact that with the change of clocks, the birds are losing three minutes every day which is wreaking havoc on their biological clocks. Imagine what is does to us!

I am not a goose. Photo copyright SvD.