what you might call "a good day's work." Bravo Céline pour les allitérations!
Your heading reminds me of the tongue twister "farmer plucking pheasants" ;-)

Sounds like a great day. I'm curious, though - were you the only interpreter for all those farmers?

Well Jemima, I'd need a whole new post to answer this question. I did most of the interpreting on my own (thankfully my voice carries quite a lot), which was perfectly fine, as they were a very well-behaved and interested group, but for site visits where a group this size wasn't practical, we had two English people who could speak French really well, so we split the group in two, I had one and Janet and Catherine dealt with the other.

However, in one farm (we visisted 4), I almost had to throw a diva-style fit when a French friend of our host's started butting in while I was interpreting. He had been asked to come and help and didn't quite realise that I was there to do the questions & answers sessions, so started interrupting me, putting me in quite a difficult position, as he was a friend of our host's and I didn't want to be rude by asking him to shut up. I had to let him carry on while listening to him in an over-critical manner and darting murderous looks in his direction. On the one hand, he knew the farm business inside out and was quite articulate, so didn't do a bad job, but he made basic mistakes, like answering questions himself instead of relaying them to our host, and asking his own questions. He came to apologise at the end of the visit, and I most gracefully accepted his apology without revealing to him that I wanted to roll on the floor screaming ("THIS IS MY GIG!!!") when he usurped my place. I tell you, you have to be diplomatic in this job.

You mean you have to be diplomatic, and hope that they don't read your blog. ahem. :-)