On the way to the bus stop, the Kindergartener was telling me about birds of prey. Specifically, ospreys. How they dive down and snatch fish right out of the water, and did I know that? I said that I did. (That may have been a lie.) They eat other things, too, he told me, like dead birds. Oh, I said. And sometimes live birds. Like ducklings. My instinct was to make sympathetic noises on the ducklings’ behalf. Who doesn’t love ducklings? The Kindergartener tried to soften the blow: Well, not a lot of ducklings—just one duckling per day.