Friday 14 June 2013

Animal Instincts

 One of the things we've been horrified at recently is Lexie's duckling consumption. Mum was quite traumatised after seeing a six duckling selection pack bobbing along the grass and Lexie going chomp chomp chomp and felling three at a time. Just like a conveyor belt at Yo Sushi. So easy. Ducklings were surely made for snacks.
The next day she had to hold his foaming mouth back whilst she watched a duckling alone, painfully trip over a root and just wriggle there trapped whilst Mummy and Daddy frantically quacked from the pond. She couldn't free the little leg from its tangled state for fear of letting Lexie at him.
Lose lose for that duckling.

Few days later Ro described hearing the cracking of tiny little bones in Lexie's jaws as he gobbled up the last. Crrrack. Maybe the duck family had seen his face coming and thought it was too cute to be carnivorous.



Unlike me. I was watching Ro's face in the car and so had full assessment of my enemy when it came for the prawns to be delivered in the restaurant. I know in the flash of an appetite pang how it could turn from this into this! 

Sharing with Ro, I made sure to eat at thrice the pace of her so eventually my pile was just as crracking as Lexie's 

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