My favorite "new" bird--new to me, at least--is singing in the backyard again. I believe it is a Carolina Wren, but I call it the Jurgabee, because that's a call it frequently makes. Jurgabee, jurgabee, jurgabee! However, this morning it's making one of its other calls: three-liter, three-liter, tweet! I like both. I hope there will be more baby jurgabees under our back porch roof next spring. Blue jays (or "pteradactyls" as a Nano Nine called them) have finally made an appearance in our yard. I have missed them since we moved, and thought perhaps they were less common here. Thank goodness. I missed that rusty hinge cry.
There are apparently two sources for Marmite here, which is good. One of them is also a source for weird and delicious flavors of crisps, such as prawn cocktail, roast chicken, cheese and onion, and smoky bacon. And the ingredients are entirely vegetarian, at least of the flavors I tried, so...there you go. Mmmm...veggie bacon crisps. Also, supposedly the move to ban them is a Euromyth.
The imports store bloke told us...some number of English or British emigrants living here. It seems like he said thousands, but I can't remember. It was a while ago. Anyway, not terribly surprising. The city seal bears the motto "Lancastra Britannia ... Lancastra Pennsylvania". No question about the cultural roots here, although there is a certain perception of Pennsylvania being more D[e]ut[s]ch. The [Deutsch] Amish supposedly refer to all outsiders as "English" in a wholesale fashion.
It may be legal here to do a U-turn. I'm not sure. But everyone does them all the time, at least on residential streets, and there are no signs saying "no U-turns,' unlike Michigan.
It was ungodly difficult to find pickled onions here. I have no idea why. Finally found some after nearly a year of looking, after one grocery store redid their Italian foods section and began including them. Heaven knows Americans wouldn't eat something like that, right? (!?!)
There is a baseball team here which must be sponsored by someone rich, because although they are not even minor-league, they have a great stadium and have a great fireworks display every home game, which we can clearly view from our upper windows. This has sometimes been a problem, because the fireworks inevitably begin about 15 minutes after Limelet has gone to sleep. In discussions with other parents we have learned that this is a universal complaint, and that things used to be much worse--longer fireworks, and the guy who did them evidently had a thing for cannons. So, we turn on the little room air-conditioner as well as a white-noise machine, and it at least masks the sounds. Usually. Sometimes we've forgotten and Limelet has lept out of bed to watch the fireworks and cry when they're over. I actually do like seeing them, now that we have a way to keep him asleep. It's like 4th of July every weekend.