When it comes to picking movies for date nights, my darling husband has agreed to so many regency period BBC miniseries and Jane Austen adaptations that it's a wonder we don't have a constant hankering for tea and crumpets.
Last week, taking a break from the love stories I enjoy so much, we started the BBC nature series, "The Life of Birds."
I was fascinated by the episodes on flying, on skeletal structure, and on sap and bug eaters, but my darling kept dozing off.
Then came the episode, "Meat-Eaters."
He watched with rapt attention as little bunnies were dive-bombed by vultures and fuzzy rodents were picked apart or swallowed whole by carnivorous condors. After a 15 minute barrage of slaughter I couldn't watch it anymore.
"Can we please watch a different episode? I can't handle this one; there's too much action and violence."
"Oh man, this was the most interesting one! Which episode would you rather watch?"
"Oh, I dunno... how about the episode on birdy courtships?"
