tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130421352415377273.post6413957608293624584..comments2024-03-26T03:46:04.937-07:00Comments on Books in Northport: And Another BeginsP. J. Grathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12693462910472164289noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130421352415377273.post-61777001350659987942008-05-14T18:00:00.000-07:002008-05-14T18:00:00.000-07:00z, we are moving in opposite directions: you from ...z, we are moving in opposite directions: you from pill to pile, I from pile to pill. If we pass each other, will there be that sound like two whistling trains? Is there a relativity lesson in this? I am leaving this comment on 5/14, having just posted a bright but sad little goldfinch photo. Others remain to swoop and sing.P. J. Grathhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12693462910472164289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130421352415377273.post-87035944263482164692008-05-05T12:11:00.000-07:002008-05-05T12:11:00.000-07:00Thanks for highlighting the Pilliated and the refe...Thanks for highlighting the Pilliated and the reference to the Record Eagle article. It brought back to memory my forgotten pronounciation of the bird's name. I used to always pronounce it "pile" but now I have taken the more commonly traveled road and pronounce it "pill." I think I'll go back to "pile." <BR/><BR/>We enjoy the bird and the artistry it has left behind on our seven foot stump on the north side of our farm.<BR/><BR/>It also brought to mind that we have not yet visited the bird sanctuary, even though we pass by it regularly. I think that I'll correct that situation very soon.<BR/><BR/>Happy Spring and save a mushroom or two for me.<BR/><BR/>ZAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com