Thanks, Martin; I had 5 hours, which is good, for me. Hope you slept well too.
Funnily enough, Abyssinian guineas don't come from Ethiopia but from South America; I don't know the reason for their name. There's a rather delightful example
here (Ginny, being weighed as part of a health check).
You're welcome for the like of the passenger pigeon piece. Sorry I missed the link; my vision was a bit blurry at the time. I've read it now and it's v.g. I had to do a lot of research on dodos while creating that children's safari section I mentioned; meet Daudi Dodo
here (the kids insisted she be a ghost and pink, lol).
Martin, I hope your day's going well. It's been all about admin for me and Word-Bird, but that included traipsing through the poetry archives, which was fun. I even found a moon poem from 2011 (not particularly good, but perhaps entertaining; 'us' is me and W.-B.):
The Man in the Moon
His cheerful features have inspired so many myths of yore,
all cultures keen to claim his face as part of their own lore.
The Europeans deem him bad, accuse him of some crime;
the Moon is thus his prison-house where he does banished time.
The Christians reckon he’s the man whom God caught stealing sticks,
and death by stoning saw him off, preventing further tricks.
While Germans think he pilfered hedges, Romans pilfered sheep,
medieval folk pronounced him Cain, who wanders while we sleep.
Perhaps John Lyly sees the light in his
Endymion:
about this man, nobody knows who lives beneath the sun.
For us, he is a comforter who's smiling from the skies:
a simply shiny happy chap with kindly watching eyes.
🌛