Friday, February 1, 2008

Gryphon's Word of the Day, February 1, 2008

The word of the day for February 1, 2008 is "poulterer" — noun: one that deals in domesticated birds kept for eggs or meat.

Happy Imbolc. This is also the feast day of St. Bridgid, the Irish patron of poulterers. I suppose there is some connection to the phrase "spring chicken" here, but I will not discuss it. St. Bridgid is one of those saints that most probably started as a goddess, who got a religious sideways promotion, if you will. Her areas of patronage are the same, but she's got dotted lines instead of solid ones to the top.

When we were very young, Dad would project his 35mm slides onto a bedsheet hung on the wall. He had one shot of chickens that he would show and then, invariably, turn the projector to the adjacent wall (which was of plywood with a pronounced grain) to show us "striped chickens." I thought it was hilariously funny at the time. I still think it is better than the usual chicken joke.

Our quote for the day is from anonymous:

     Q: Who is famous in literature for killing the most chickens?
     A: A tie between Shakespeare's Macbeth and Claudius (from Hamlet),
          for they both did murder most foul.


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5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Lol, amusing entry.

http://journals.aol.co.uk/jeanno43/JeannettesJottings/

Anonymous said...

Well done on the quote!  You are so non-linear in your thinking.

Anonymous said...

This word is definately the one we could use for my late Father..he was a dedicated poulterer....When I was a wee girl we always had the most lovely hens they were of course for their eggs and also to show..they were called  silkies...and as the name describes them they were silky not feathery..I had my favourite taht I used to take around with my in the dolls pram..much better than a doll   Love Sybil xx

Anonymous said...

Loved the joke. Congratulations on your award. Love Pam xx
http://journals.aol.co.uk/pamal3/almost-40/

Anonymous said...

Just getting round to reading all my alerts Jan.  
I'm intrigued by the way that one thougt links to another.  Isn't it strange how the mind hangs on to these memories and gets stimulated by something like St Bridgid's feast day?
Thanks for sharing your memory of your Dad with his projector.  And the joke too.
Hugs
Jeanie xxx