Technology most of the time flies above my head, leaving me aimlessly thrashing about in an electronic maelstrom, but there are times, when things work, that it can indeed be very useful.
On our morning constitutional we were talking about our new flock of poultry and I was teaching the laydee of the house a few English words. We’d done goose and gosling, chicken and chick but when we got to “turkey” I realised I didn’t actually know what the English word for a baby turkey is. I just didn’t know. I knew it in French, but not in English.
Recourse to the interweb on my ever faithful Blackberry told me that the English word for a baby turkey is a poult.
As the French say, I shall go to sleep slightly less stupid this evening.