Lions and tigers

Nature movies are one of those anomalies that I enjoy.

I love to watch the Tasmanian devil in its natural habitat.  I find it endlessly fascinating to watch lions in the wild.  I think kangaroos are the most amazing mothers in the world.

The language is clean, the facial expressions adorable, the actions honest and above board.

The music is generally geared to snag the emotions of a three year old and the narrator has one of those Disney voices that lead me to believe he is a certified animal speak interpreter.

And this is where the anomaly begins.  I noticed it when my almost three year old grandson was watching a documentary about dinosaurs and it shows cute little allosauruses running away from predators -- except for the ones that get caught and eaten.  It down played that last part, but my grandson didn't miss it.  As it happened he sat straight up on the couch and said, "It caught that one!" A mixture of awe and horror in his little voice.

Don't get me wrong.  There was no blood, no gnashing of teeth, no squeals of pain, just a meat eating dinosaur catching his dinner among a score of little ones racing for their lives. And the narrator, like all good nature narrators, kept the same upbeat, cute little tone in his voice as he mentioned it and went on.

Like nature herself, he made it seem simply natural and normal, which it is -- but still pretty hair raising when you have an imagination like me and my grandson who fill in all those unspoken details.

Sweet little nature movies, horror shows for the younger set.