DC is weaning. Our should that be 'we are weaning DC'? Whichever it's meant to be, we've been trying for about three weeks now to get DC interested in food. Clearly, he has a savoury tooth (takes after his father there, who's never happier than when he has a lump of Wenslydale in one paw and a packet of salt and vinegar crisps in the other), as apples, pears and kiwi fruit have all been firmly rejected and banana is just about tolerated. Potatoes, carrots and the like, on the other hand, seem to be - occasionally - going down a treat. Although baby rice remains the firm favourite. Then, as an experiment on Saturday when hubby had returned from the Farmers' Market with a tasy-looking loaf, we gave DC a hunk of bread to chew on. With the result that we now have an in-house breadcrumb making machine.
Fear not, this food doesn't go to waste and, indeed, a new term has been coined in the Wilkinson home - 'pre-loved food'. The chickens think food that has been well-gummed by DC is most enjoyable.