I was in the Butterfly House at Chester today. Very enjoyable as usual until .....
A butterfly landed on the window of the rearing room. A child nearby (not tiny, perhaps 8 or 9) decided to flick at it with his hand, poke it and - I suspect - squash it. I reached out to protect it from him. In the end, having taken a small piece out of its wing he desisted.
The astonishing thing (to me) was that an adult, presumably his mother, stood a couple of feet away throughout, watching and without saying a word.
Sometimes I despair!
A butterfly landed on the window of the rearing room. A child nearby (not tiny, perhaps 8 or 9) decided to flick at it with his hand, poke it and - I suspect - squash it. I reached out to protect it from him. In the end, having taken a small piece out of its wing he desisted.
The astonishing thing (to me) was that an adult, presumably his mother, stood a couple of feet away throughout, watching and without saying a word.
Sometimes I despair!