Not too far from my house in South Africa, there was a play park with swings, roundabouts, and a stream that ran through it, feeding a duck pond.
I used to take the foster kids there at the weekend to let off steam and during the week, I collected stale bread for the smaller ones to feed the ducks.
So, one Saturday, I trotted down the the park with a 7 year-old. He looked at the ducks and swans with interest. I threw a piece of stale bread amongst them and the little boy laughed like a drain as the birds scrabbled about for it.
"Good," I thought and handed the boy the bag of stale bread.
He promptly sat on the bank and ate it.
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Different worlds and different lives. You'd be surprised though if you visited the UK at the moment how much more aware we are of waste and the value of food. Allotment waiting lists are soaring as we realise finally that thinking globally and acting locally is the only way to save the planet and ourselves.
I have about 1 acre of "farm land" just outside Newbury and I am thinking of renting out strips.
The funny thing with Tshals eating the stale bread, he had just eaten breakfast, 2 eggs, bacon, a sausage, toast and Nutella.
But he still had the "I don't know where my next meal is coming from" mentality, although he knew I would feed him 3 times a day ;)
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