This is a little bit of complicated weirdness that lighten my day.
I have a daughter who has an unusual ( we think beautiful ) name, needless to say she dislikes it, not least because she never had any of the usual tat as a child with her name on. She now works as a bar supervisor and the one of the projects in hand is developing cocktails named after wildlife, finding unusual birds is a bit of a challenge.
I volunteer in a local charity which had a small pile of ladybird books given to them, so I was having a quick look through them to see if any were worth trying to sell. One of these was the Ladybird book of sea and estuary birds, beautiful pictures- put to one side incase she could use it. Closer inspection revealed a previous owner name crossed out- yes it was her name and the surname was my family name. So I bagged it for me.
On the way home I stopped at the bus stop for some paperbacks, picked up a couple of Lee Childs. Got home removed the books form the bag and a postcard from the Galapagos Islands fell out featuring a Blue Footed Booby.
She's a happy girl.