Two things puzzle me about vegetarians. Whenever they come to visit us, we always provide a vegetarian dish for them. But if you go to a vegetarian’s home, no one says, ‘I know you won’t like this lentil and halloumi lasagne, so we’ve cooked you steak and chips.’ Never. As for those who don’t eat meat on moral grounds, what’s their response to those animals who eat their comrades in the struggle against oppression?
And they don’t mess around with battery farming either. Life (BBC1, Monday) had some of the most powerful images of ferocious fauna that have ever appeared on our screens. Admittedly, the three cheetahs attacking an ostrich looked rather ludicrous, as if Barbara Cartland had got into a pub brawl, but the sight of the leopard seal eating penguin chicks by hurling them into the air to get the skin off was as horrible a sight as you might see on television.
Many of the pictures felt unreal, dreamlike. The giant orange female octopus, crawling into an undersea cave to die while her 100,000 fertilised eggs turned into more giant octopi, then floated off like tiny Christmas tree baubles. The capuchin monkey is the Delia Smith of the animal world, having learnt how to leave palm nuts in the sun till they’re cooked inside, then using rocks to crush the shells. There were images of sensational beauty — the grebes dancing across the water on an Oregon lake, a shoal of flying fish propelling themselves 200 yards over the sea. The only human with a star part was a French boatman called Jérôme Poncet, who has been sailing the Antarctic for decades, and who with his mighty moustache looks much like a walrus.
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