We figure if the boy isn't going to go to bed until after nine he might as well be watching something educational, bearing in mind he's got 4 weeks of non stop football on the cards (both red and yellow), followed no doubt by passing flirtations with the last ever series of Big Brother for the rest of the summer. So it feels like we are being vaguely responsible parents by sending his 3 month old brain subliminal, yet fluffy bunny messages, about wildlife and nature.
Or so I thought!
We've seen Kestrels ripping apart baby voles and feeding them to their young, the runt of a litter of Swan's cygnets dying before our eyes and both Kingfishers and Roe Deer having sex (not with each other you understand). All life, love, pain and death is here.
But do you know what disturbs me the most?
We can't watch the show without one or other of us saying "When's Kate Humble going to show us her tits?" then laughing like a pair of 6 year old school boys.
And we have a child! They should make you take a test or something.....
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