For The Birds. . . .

This past weekend, Howard and I tootled around New Jersey, picking up a few items I found on Craigslist.

In Bergen County, we got the Wedgwood vase I featured in Monday's post ($4!).
At the same house we got a little table that is destined to be transformed
from just plain shabby, to chic. Glamorous, even.
We also got a half-dozen little dishes. Bowls. Plates. Whatever.

They have birds on them. I love birds.

I think these fellas look rather 50s, maybe 60s. No backstamp.

We paid $6 for all six plates/dishes/whatevers.
They are a little shallow to be bowls, but a little deep to be plates.

What will they hold?
I see a baked apple sitting in a nice little pool of caramel drizzle.
Or Strawberry Shortcake, with real biscuit as the base.
Ice cream is always appropriate, with a nice Girl Scout Thin Mint cookie on the side.
(We just got our Girl Scout cookies yesterday.)

All the little birds are identified.
By their real names, not like "Moe" or "Frances."

There are a few repeats of individual birds, but no repeats of combinations;
every plate/dish/bowl thingy is different.

Yeah, I know. Hard not to make a wisecrack, isn't it?

There are an awful lot of birds that share this odd moniker.
Which ornithologist had the wacky sense of humor?

The bowl/dish/plate edges are thickly painted with gold.

And that's my Show & Tell for Friday.
Go visit Cindy at My Romantic Home for more domestic exhibitionism!
Click on highlighted words, or on logo, below.

(And come back Monday for that little table transformation. Va-va-va-VOOM!) -- Cass