Yes, the Four French chickens are real & live in a small village in the West of France.
Blanche, Rose, Harriett & Bridget kept me sane on the days when I felt the French bureaucracy was going to do me in! Did you know that chickens can recognise up to one hundred human faces and it didn’t take these girls long to work out who fed them each day. As I worked around the garden they loved being nearby.
Each of them had very different personalities and were great company. Rose, who quickly became Rebel Rose was always going next door to visit the rooster. Blanche & Harriet stuck together. Whenever you could see one, the other was not too far away. And Bridget, my favourite, named after my Nana and always by my side. The term pecking order apparently comes from chickens and she certainly was at the top. Dishing out orders and bossing the others around constantly.
Her favourite spot was to sit on the kitchen window sill and watch my comings and goings around the house. If the window was closed Bridget would tap her beak on the glass to let me know she was there and happily sit on the window ledge and watch as I painted the kitchen chairs and a book shelf that was to go to the rubbish tip, but was in perfect condition…only dark brown. That’s where Autentico comes into the picture! The colours in France were mainly lighter than we tend to use in Australia, but my all-time favourite is Plum, which I used on a drop leaf table I found in the barn. When I returned to Australia the chickens moved to a friend’s Chateau nearby, so coming back to a farmhouse may be a bit of a letdown to them. I miss them every day but know they are being cared for in true French/ Scottish style.