under the gooseberry bush

 Bought this lovely cabbage on my way to coffee in the square. Surprised to be asked in the cafe if it had a baby in it and was it a boy? - lighthearted banter followed. Afterwards I wondered if the French think that babies come in cabbages as we believe them to be delivered by the stork or found under  bushes... I've no idea.Perhaps it was just random madness.

Like Tango, below, who had a bit of a go at the eye of my parrot jumper but then he likes any buttons.