When I was little my family called me "Neesy", short for Denise
(a couple of people called me Schneezle but I am not sure why - it started with a family friend who was German).
Mine is pretty obvious; I love vultures. Seeing them hunched together dining on the communal carcass or gliding on hot air pockets has the ability to bring whatever activity to an abrupt stop. (Not good when I'm driving 8)
The number after (45) was my age when I joined this board.
We saw lots of these on our trip to the US this past week. My husband (being from Scotland) called them "buzzards".
I do not think they were actually vultures, (actually I am unsure) because we only saw them drifting on wind currents high overhead, not up close.
I guess their job is to eat all those poor dead "oys" we saw killed along the sides of the highway?