After the previous blog, I was reminded by my beloved sister that the ties to ibis are long and deep.
Her daughter T. was out with Granny (my mum) on the lake. Mum likes to take the niece camping, canoeing, bird spotting, and all sorts of cool gear.
Granny, pointing at a duck.
"What’s that T?”
“That’s a duck Granny.” (You idiot.)
Granny points at an ibis.
“And what’s that?”
“Uhhhmmmmmmmm,” T considers.
“That’s an ibis,” postulates Granny.
“No Granny. That’s the duck’s dad,” explains T.
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