We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I swear on a stack of bibles, Maggie's just continues my education on just about everything short of pounding nails in wood every single day.
I never knew that a mass of starlings was called a murmuration. And being a curious sort, I wanted to know if this also applied to swallows - in particular the Purple Martin species that gathers in the Summer over Bomb Island on Lake Murray.
Turns out no - it is a flight of swallows. And I had never heard of groups of crows being called a murder of crows. What an odd description. Others I never knew - wrecks of seagulls, a suit/sute of mallards and my new favorite a parliament of owls.