It does seem they're choosing their names of their deposits with little clues, if one cares to look.

Perhaps I'm reading too much into this, but now that the cat's out of the bag that Naldrett is consulting for NOT, he who has seen every deposit of this type from Norilsk to the Merensky Reef, etc, etc, coupled with the info I dug up the other day about the discovery of the oldest known rocks...this is getting juicy!

You wouldn't know it from the SP, though I don't see that can last much longer.

Anyways, thought I'd reference the "Blackbirds" with a children's rhyme for your amusement, before I attend to some pressing obligations. Although I want more than six pence for my shares, and swap out the word "maid" in the last verse for "MM" I like the overall message! ( Especially the "four and twenty)

Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye. Four and twenty blackbirds, baked in a pie. When the pie was opened, the birds began to sing. Wasn't that a dainty dish to set before the king? The king was in his counting house, counting out his money. The queen was in the parlour, eating bread and honey. The maid was in the garden, hanging out the clothes, When down came a blackbird and pecked off her nose