So, ‘Volaille’ means ‘fowl’, ‘vol’ means ‘fly’, ‘ail’ is French for garlic. So ‘Vol’ail  ! Easy, eh?

This cute little chap here appears on almost every menu in the south west.

Sick as a dog.

Catching up on gossip at the local butcher's.

These old rugby players have joined up years after their last match together. The old scrum-half feed them the beer as he did the ball, all those years ago.

Duck Vader. Watch what you're doing with that light sabre!

Time for a quiet word with the neighbour.

This cock is not likely to pull a muscle as he takes a beer and fag while watching his horse come in at the Cafe des Sports.

When the palombes migrate through SW France, hunters climb up to their cabins in the top of the trees. Sometimes the ladders need repairing. This lazy hunter has strung up a trapeze instead and his fellow hunter is not happy!

This town or bridge is not big enough for the both of us.