La ferme au gras de Bernadette

There is a corner of France where happiness blooms... What luck to be from a part of the country where it’s a good thing to be a duck. This animal is king here. No more big animals with manes... long live the feathered beast. It’s a long way from the abandoned ugly duckling who is mocked so easily and enthusiastically. Today he is proud of his condition, head held high like a lighthouse in the middle of a storm, feet a shade of orange that would make any lover of the ’70s jealous, feathers shining like a bordello mirror.