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Cormac Mor
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Herald, brass etcher, tablet weaver, raconteur, Baron of the Court of Caid, Pelican of the Society, and Beare Herald.

Pronouns: Any/all
Nouns: Cormac, Beare
Adjectives: Loud, introverted, cuddly, opinionated, verbose, prolific
Articles: The
Thank you, my true love. And Happy New Year to all!

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January 5, 2024 at 8:17 AM
I've sent them off to the dairy to work full time, and gifted each with a golden ring (for surely this is why my love gave me 40 of them). And so, for all the headaches this Yuletide episode may have brought, in the end, everyone was happy. This was truly the best gift I could have ever received.
January 5, 2024 at 8:17 AM
I sent each of my neighbors, as wedding guests, off with a hen, leaving only a small handful left in my garage.

As for the maids, though I am grateful for their hard work and willingness to be flexible in their work duties, I know that this is not where they're meant to be.
January 5, 2024 at 8:16 AM
...courtesy of the eggs from 30 hens and the fruit from the pear trees which now line the edges of my property. The neighbors on my street were delighted by the spectacle, and all too happy to tuck into the geese and swans (in no small part out of spite against the obnoxious creatures, no doubt).
January 5, 2024 at 8:16 AM
The maids' union, 40 strong, were instrumental in preparing both the wedding and the feast, which consisted of 42 cooked geese, as many roasted swans, a gigantic pie filled with 36 blackbirds (known in some areas of England as colly birds or "calling birds"), and many tasty pear quiches...
January 5, 2024 at 8:15 AM
These 30 Lords and 36 Ladies have known each other for quite some time, and today all paired off. As the happy couples kissed, 22 turtle-doves were released into the sky. Though not *quite* traditional for a wedding, the 34-piece pipe band (22 pipers and 12 drummers) played beautifully nonetheless.
January 5, 2024 at 8:14 AM
These gifts, far from being designed to torment me or destroy my house, instead all work together in harmony for me to give a most wonderful gift in return. Today, on the lawn, I hosted and officiated a beautiful mass wedding.
January 5, 2024 at 8:14 AM
Day 12: Over the last week and change, I have received 364 gifts from my true love, one gift for every day of the year, save one. This experience has taught me a valuable lesson, that it is far more important to give than to receive.
January 5, 2024 at 8:13 AM
The dovecote and coops in the garage have been stabilized, and I think I've found a way to resolve this once and for all.

Bird count: 161
Guest count: 90 (47 dancers, 11 musicians, 32 subcontractors)
Ring count: 35
Tree count: 11
January 4, 2024 at 8:11 AM
In better news, the dairy has reported back favorably on the maids' work ethic, and the house is *almost* to the point where I can have a plumber come in to fix the bathroom and kitchen. Recent rains have provided puddles to attract the 35 swans out of the house and into the back and side yards.
January 4, 2024 at 8:11 AM
Don’t get me wrong, I love bagpipes, and the pipers are very talented. The 47 dancers on the lawn also clearly appreciate their music. But there’s a reason they’re considered instruments of war.
January 4, 2024 at 8:10 AM
Day 11: The good news is that the neighbors have stopped complaining about the noisy geese. The bad news is that they've already filed complaints about the nonstop party on the front lawn, now with musical accompaniment.
January 4, 2024 at 8:10 AM
They seem happy, and there seems to be quite a bit of chemistry among the revelers, but keeping them fed has been a challenge. There are only so many ways I can cook eggs, especially when my kitchen -- like the rest of my poor home -- is a disaster area.
January 3, 2024 at 8:32 AM
This could not come at a more vital time; in addition to more birds (now up to 138), there are now 28 dancers on my lawn. Like most dances I've been to, the women far outnumber the men, and the lords seem to be more jumping around haphazardly than doing the tamer choreography of the ladies.
January 3, 2024 at 8:32 AM
Day 10: The maids (who now number 24) have organized and sent a representative to discuss terms. I was able to negotiate a deal where they would help me get the house back in order, in exchange for contract work with a local dairy.
January 3, 2024 at 8:31 AM
and several cars have been befouled by the flights of doves and blackbirds which have escaped the dovecote.

Bird count: 115

Guest count: 25

Useful guest count: 0
January 2, 2024 at 8:37 AM

I can't say their complaints are without merit; even though the increase in feathered population has stabilized, I'm still unable to keep up with the growth. Neighbors have complained about the noise of the geese...
January 2, 2024 at 8:37 AM
Day 9: More birds, more women. Half of my new guests are incredibly jovial, and appear to want nothing more than to dance in my yard. The others, however, are just as grumpy as those from yesterday. They've been discussing the abysmal state of the house, and have demanded better working conditions.
January 2, 2024 at 8:37 AM
They've been sitting in my kitchen for the past several hours, shooing the swans (which are becoming more and more aggressive) away from the large puddle of standing water next to the now-broken sink.
Bird count: 92.
January 1, 2024 at 9:25 AM
They became even more agitated when I informed them that I had neither cows, nor goats, nor any other mammals that could be milked.
January 1, 2024 at 9:25 AM
At first I was overjoyed, because the mess the birds have inflicted upon my poor home needs to be addressed, and I asked them to get to work straightaway. As one, they frowned at me, informed me that they "aren't that kind of maid," and demanded to know where my cows were.
January 1, 2024 at 9:24 AM
Day 8: The bird situation has stabilized somewhat. Though there are once again 23 more birds added to the menagerie, it's not the 31 I’d feared.
However, there is a new development in this new year. Eight women showed up with the birds. They identified themselves as maids, sent from my true love.
January 1, 2024 at 9:24 AM