The Farm Courros

I realized in 1992 that «portrait-volume» of a farm courtyard, typical of Armagnac country that would be demolished.
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The photo was taken outside where the sky and the trees…

But another farm that was held this drama:

A farm in Anjou
A Hen loved a Cuckoo
But of course you can imagine, The Cuckoo, he did not care.

Worker movement
Native of the beautiful Swiss canton of Vaud, acquired by our farmer, Ca earned him a calf…

The Hen was kicking his heels
At the bottom of this cottage Vaud
But Hey, this lout… Remained of wood.

Because if he went out every quarter of an hour
To give voice, Before the beating of his heart… He remained silent.

And Hen was meat and drink
Some ducks turkeys and geese, and cackling cancanages
On her game and her household… Yet…


Le Coq was her lover hunk
And with good judgment
Yet this love nature cons
Cause seizures beak.

«Why Helvetian prefer this, » he told the Gallinette, lanterns Why are you so
Front of Helvetia this bird?

Waiting in vain, day after day
Is absolutely ridiculous, as if I was doing my yard… My backyard at a clock! Yes

This bias, a little perverse t'abêtit Gradually, he removed thee thy appetite, Forgive yourself, then, sweetie, worms!

Look, he ignores you, it's ev…

For, always at the forefront, she watched for the appearance of the tenant
Clock
With a foolish obstinacy.

Peasants who were watching knew what evil
Do it simmering, always with this idiotic
From that has found three knives!

Then one evening tied to the drama, When the crunch told his wife:
«This hen does not lay
Will our lunch tomorrow! »

And as predicted the rooster is on the coup d'seven o'clock, the seventh of Cuckoo Cuckoo
Qu'la farmer cut off his neck.

A farm in Anjou, a Hen loved a Cuckoo
But she has left her skin, accommodated in boiled chicken… If we find a maxim
This fable Angevin, let's say we take away the passion
Any our savvy…