Yeah: Me, Miss Baby and Big Pat Doing This Soon

Big Pat a-birding goes. If I had a tough clear style like that, I'd be better off.

But you play what you got as well as you can. Now the good news is that when Miss Baby finally quits tying knots in the crazy quilt she calls a job, she (inveterate birder that she was), Big Pat (crazed as all new converts are) and me (along for the ride, glad for the company, dumb but happy) will be out there, and afterwards I'll throw the multi-syllables like a bag lady assailing the pigeons with stale bread.