After church today, I took several pictures of our new cockatiel, Spoots, and in this one included myself with my current reading material. This bird's name was provided by our daughter Vanessa, albeit without any intention on her part to do so. When she was very young -- between about ages 2 and 5 -- she sometimes came up with her own unique pronunciation of everyday words. For instance, we might be driving by a pasture, and Vanessa would say something about the "cwows" grazing in the field. "Spoots" were something worn during the winter months to protect one's feet from the snow. Somehow the name fits this newest member of our family.