My four young ladies, providing us with four eggs a day.  A couple of year ago, I bought two black hens at the local agricultural show.  One died myseriously so I replaced it.  Then the second was attacked by a fox in broad daylight.  One day a neighbour arrived at my back door with a terrified chicken in her arms.  She had arrived in time to see the fox chasing the chickens around their run, unfortunately one had died of fright.  My one remaining chicken was then taken by the fox one windy October Sunday while we were out for a walk.
I had to wait until the spring agricultural fair to buy these four.  No sign of Mr Fox but as the nights draw in and it grows colder I have no doubt he will be back for his take away.  Hopefully my defensive measures will keep him out this time.
This site is American but I've found it a great help.  Only problem is translating disease names into French and finding certain treatments here in France.

C'est La Folie

I'm not a great fan of books written by expats living in France.  Too often they seem to be collections of anecdotes about how funny and frustrating the French are.  I once counted about fifteen of these books on the bookstand of a cross channel ferry.  So it was with a little scepticism that I opened Micheal Wright's book about his attempt to find adventure in France.  My father had recommend and sent it to me so I felt slightly obliged to give it ago.  At first I sneered at his references to his plane, another rich expat I thought.  But I persevered and have to admit I am actually enjoying it.  The book is actually quite amusing and not as disparaging of the French as these books usually are.  I haven't finished yet but so far so good.
Crying with laughter last night as I read about him transporting sexed up ship in his espace.