life in the dordogne

They were the crunchiest, fattest carrots we had ever tasted. What made them even more tasty was that we didn't buy them and we didn't grow them ourselves. They were a gift. Not from a neighbour but from the birds that come and go in our garden. I'm afraid there's not much by way of update on the work on our property in the Dordogne in this post. But I have to tell you how we happened across these carrots.