I will not lie. I want lots of space placed between a beautiful duck gliding on the marshes and the duck a l’orange carefully arranged on my plate. And I’ll never forget the jarring sight of a hawk plucking a baby duck from the water. Its pathetic little quacks still haunt my ears. As you may guess, hunting is not my thing. But as a meat eater, I cannot get on any high horse about […]

Regulating Duck Art Is Honking Silly
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