There is quite a lot of pending stuff to write/post, but I cannot help but push this one up the list. Last week I had the good fortune to visit the Ranganathittu Bird Sanctuary in the company of the Second Born (the only one of the Martians who is actually quite relaxed and never in a hurry when out with you, which is THE best quality in anyone accompanying you while you are out shooting birds). When we were done with boating and of course, the clicking of birds, not to leave out one really close encounter with a sleeping crocodile, we found ourselves walking the garden paths.
Me (reading out from a signboard): Darter.
Second Born (turns around, wrinkling brow): What do you mean ‘daatter’? It’s ‘daughter’!
Me (pointing to the signboard): I meant that one. Darter, the bird, you know. DaRter.
Son (realization dawning on his face): Oh! Is that what the boatman was going on about?! I wondered how he knew the birds were all *daughters*!
And yes, I survived the laughing fit to tell the tale over here. 😉
Here is a picture of umm… a daatter. Ooops, sorry, daughter. Sheesh, I mean a darter of course. 😉
©Shail Mohan 2015
I love your posts with pictures, this one , the previous one.. all of them …
Aww, thank you, SG 🙂
Lol! 😛
😉
Hilarious!
Glad you found it so too 🙂
Funny
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Thank you for making me laugh :). Mir xx
Glad you laughed 🙂
Lovely! Had a good laugh. Darters and daughters are always fun!
Aren’t they: 🙂
Into the RBS, they did venture
Almost tested out a croc’s denture
A daughter turned darter
Evoked much laughter
And for that patient son we’ll all indenture!
Wow! You put it all into a compact limerick, Gulshan! amazed and impressed 🙂
Ahahahhaah!! Well, can’t really blame him!
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Enjaayed this Darter tale 🙂 But yeah, he probably gets a lot of darters there, pun..errr..not intended 😛 – so it must have confused him.
What I loved was him saying I wondered how he knew all birds were daughters 🙂 ❤
And that along with his correcting my pronunciation of what he thought had been ‘daughter’ had me doubling up with laughter 😛