Are you disappointed in BoingBoing or me specifically? And of course I assume you to be some sort of super intelligent bird of prey.
Iād be careful if I were you. According to The All-Knowing Wikipedia:
In North America, prey has varied in size from 3 g (0.11 oz) hummingbirds (Selasphorus and Archilochus ssp.) to a 3.1 kg (6.8 lb) sandhill crane (killed in Alaska by a peregrine in a stoop), although most prey taken by peregrines weigh from 20 g (0.71 oz) (i.e. small passerines) to 1,100 g (2.4 lb) (i.e. ducks and gulls).
I know for a fact that dachshunds often weigh less than 6.8 pounds. Just saying.
Mrs. SB says an adult dachshund is probably 8lbs minimum. Just sayinā.
(So youāre pretty close to tolerance, but just barely.)
Iām disappointed that your real name is not Miss Pants. What a wonderful name that would be!
I myself am not a bird of prey, but my antecedents were. Proof is my kids love flying. They want wingsuits. No!
And I am not actually the angle of the point of a hypodermic needle. (sigh)
One year we made the rather bold decision to take the dogs to a sugar shack in the spring that was being hosted at a bird sanctuary. And one of the displays was various wild raptors in cages (they were in rehab I think) the really large birds looked at my dogs vaguely interested but not really being all fat and happily fed by staff, and my dogs didnāt really give them a second glance either. Untilā¦ we came to one smallish falcon type bird that decided IT WAS ON and tried to launch itself at my dog and my male dog was all BRING IT BITCH suddenly my sucky cuddle muffin was a snarling ball of roiling rage! Thankfully the cage held as did his leash. But for a moment there. ā¦ we werenāt sure who would win, and I suddenly āgotā dog fighting if only a little bit. Not that I wanted to see either animal hurt or dieā¦ but I really donāt know who would have won!
Also he killed five young hares this summer. Soā¦ donāt discount the stumpy legs. Underneath lurks the heart of a wolf!
Fear not, there is a Mr or Mrs Pants out there! Pants Surname Origin, Meaning & Last Name History
McPherson
Son of the Son of The Parson.
What a bloody hopeless name.
My children shall take the surname McPhersonsen.
And yeah, yeah, English, Scotland, USA and Australia. Boring.
So . . . the drunkest kid in town? Not so boring.
Dubious about accuracy. I looked up my Momās family name, Laney, which I know for a fact is from Ireland because (a) we have an exhaustive published genealogy, and (b) family records show who the original immigrant was and Ā© there are several rivers in southeast Ireland named Laney or some version thereof. This site can find no evidence of Laneys from Ireland.
My dadās name, Camp, seems to be English but thereās really no telling how his native ancestors picked it up. Camp kind of makes sense for them too.
hahaha, my last name is Lee. Itās everywhere.
The point I was making is that this map is Anglocentric (or at best Western European Centric) and seems only accurate when it comes to distribution of names in immigrant records. Meaning their claim that this is some sort of world map of names is humbug.
What overlapping point were you making?
I used to have one. 8 pounds, as you say. But that was a full grown, full size one. Minis and puppies are smaller and lighter weight. Itās so hard to tell from the profile pic, but Ms. Pants would do well to watch overhead for peregrines!
And I am not someone named Liz fromā¦oh, wait.
Theyāre actually bred to be hunters! Theyāre total dogs, just in a small package, the better to get into underground burrows. I would never underestimate a dachshund!
This is crap data. Itās all phone records from the early 1800ās.
Welp, not too much new info. Fathers side is Irish (though my great grandfather was adopted so I have an English last name), and my motherās side is from annandale, probably Dumfries. Highest numbers of all three names are in the US, but the highest concentrations are right where I thought theyād be.
Kinda funny, I went to annan and Dumfries a decade ago before I knew thatās where I came from. And for some reason they kept giving me free beer.
Eta
Oh look, I may be from Tipperary. Which Iāve also been to (along with the rock of cashel, and I think I stayed in cahir).
Iām from just down the road, then! Not my family though - theyāre all English despite my Welsh surname. Weāve been making up for the monoculture in the last generation or two though: my extended family includes American, German, Austrian, French, Vietnamese, Malaysian, Liberian, Russian, Belgian, Chinese, Zambian and Spanish blood. For some reason, my family does not marry locals.
Thatās a smart genetic strategy.
I was surprised by the low number of people sharing my surname, but from seeing the UK map, thatās probably because itās hyper-localised even within the UK. My home town telephone directory has pages of us, but weāre a rarity everywhere else. The comparison between the century apart name distribution was telling. in the late 1800s, weāre almost all in one area. A century later, some of us have moved. A bit. But not far.
Oh I donāt at all! Its just funny when pampered city dogs show their fangs.
Thereās a man in Hamilton that gets a puppy from the rescue I fostered for every few years, because he raises them WITH a falcon. And then hunts with them, together. But they need to be raised together; puppy + hatchling. Thats just cool!