Notes from The Bird House – The Southern Drawl

I saw a a “vlog” today. For all us old farts, a “vlog” is a video blog. I wish I were as brave as the women that made it. She wondered about other people she interacted with on the computer. Were they tall or short? What do they look like? Do they talk with their hands, eyes, feet or with an accent? A person’s accent. hmmm. She talked a lot about it. It got me to thinking that many of you have never met me or my accent. I will not be making a Vlog any time soon so I will try to introduce you to me through words.


I live in the great state of New Mexico but that has not always been the case. I am a southern girl born and raised. No really, southern. I was born in southern Tennessee and lived most of my adult life in Mississippi and along the Gulf Coast between Mobile, AL and New Orleans, LA. After a glass of wine, you can’t even understand a word I say. At that point, my accent becomes a cross between southern fried (and I mean fried) meets creole seasonin’ (I’m talkin’ gator hunter.) No offense intended, I have the deepest respect for fried chicken and gators. Hubs has come to understand my accent and translates most of the time for me when we are at get togethers. If it is too far out there even for him, he just reads my face. Not only is he an interpreter for the southern dialect he can also read facial expression, of which I have many. I also have an infliction of sorts.

Whenever I am around folks that have a different accent or a peculiar mannerism, I tend to mirror it back. NO! I am not making fun of them at all. I just copy what I see and hear. I can’t help it. It only last for a little while during and after the encounter with that person and when ever I recant the conversation in my mind. I don’t even know that I am doing it. My husband and daughter hate it. If we are at Wal-Mart and someone with an accent strikes up a conversation, they will just scoot off and leave me there. They know my parrot-ism will kick into high gear and before you know it we will have an audience watching the show. I have tried to rid myself of this curse but it is of no use. Same as with my accent. I even tried a speech therapist before I left the south for fear of not being able to obtain a job outside of the south. Anyone here in Cloudcroft will tell you that was a waste of money. I guess I will be this way until the day I die. I am just so happy I have the most wonderful understanding boss in the world. Did I mention she has an accent too? She was born and raised in……………JAPAN. As my hebrew friend would say, Oy Vay.

November’s special is on our Hummingbird feeders. Come on in and get a jump on next years feeding frenzy. Just say you read it on the High Country Post and you can get 10% off any Hummingbird Feeder until the end of November.

Ya know, Christmas is just around the corner and if you have a hard to buy for relative you must come in. I think I might be able to help you pick out a perfect gift. Come on in and give me a try.

Until next time

The Bird House

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