Chup chup chup!

Wife is slightly obsessed with birds at the moment, drawing them, painting them, modelling them from Mod Podge and kitchen foil and Attenborough knows what else. Our house is rapidly beginning to resemble a prettier, more multimedia set for Hitchcock’s suspense thriller.

Asked last night why she likes birds so much, reason number two was that they “have feet like dinosaurs”. This perturbs me for reasons I cannot quite articulate; what right-minded person, asked why they like birds, would cite their similarity to creatures of which our ancient mammalian hindbrain should be pant-crappingly terrified?