I bought my son a new doona today, a feather one. It's lovely, very fluffy, just the kind of doona to keep a small child (or anyone who fits into a single bed) warm during the reclining hours.
But... [and I can't say this too loudly because I fear the answer: Should a vegetarian actually buy a feather doona?].
I'm assuming (on reflection, after the thrill of my trip to the local Westfield has subsided) that the 85% duck feathers and 15% duck down that make up my son's doona filling were collected pond-side by enthusiastic bird-watchers who did not rip said feathers and down from dear birdies' sides but picked them up, delicately, one by one, as they fell to the ground during sun-bathed morning wing stretches, right?
On the other hand, how many baby acrylics died to make his previous acrylic-stuffed quilt? Gah!
What a shame we can only metaphorically bask in the warmth of our parents' love; that would have solved my son-warming doona dilemma.