Monday, August 24, 2009

What do you do when it's Sunday morning, the weather has suddenly turned freakishly moderate (highs with a first digit of '8', lows with a first digit of '6'!), and you've inherited an entire loaf of Leidenheimer's po boy bread from the previous evening's pot luck? You take the gals to feed the ducks in Audubon park, of course. Those Leidenheimer loaves are big and we had a good hour or so of fine fowl-feeding—except for when we nearly got mugged by a particularly aggressive gaggle of geese: "Your bread or your life! Quack!" (Tangent: Because I didn't pay quite enough attention in high school English, and because I'm always a little unsure of when a comma is called for in demarcating adverbial clause-a-ma-thingies and when to use semi-colons in an enumerations—and because I'm a nerd—I recently bought a new grammar book. In the section on plurals, it enumerates all the different terms for multiplicities of various species, and let me tell you, there are some weird ones: a shrewdness of apes, a nide of pheasants, a pace of asses, a skulk of vermin, a clowder of wildcats, a plump of ducks, a sloth of bears, a skulk of foxes, an exaltation of larks...)


  1. My own personal favorite--a murder of crows

  2. I've always been curious about the history of some of those animal group names. They are suspiciously poetic.