I get in weird moods and do strange things. This is a tale of great Woe (or WhOA rather)…
There was once a familly of whistles…

There was a Susato Low D, a Generation Bb, a Clarke C, and a mysterious D whistle with a black head and a nickle body (that sounds fantastic) in this family. I don’t know who is the mommy. That’s not really the point.
Anyway, The susato Low D met a lovely Soprano baroque recorder, and they fell in love

It was a forbidden match, but as they looked deep into eachothers fipples, they saw destiny.
Plastic on wood, cylinarial on conical, diatonic on chromatic, Soprano on Tenor. If this is getting to heavy, don’t read. Nevermind, that part is over.
They had a Baby. A BIG baby:

Yamaha Tenor Baroque Recorder.
The cousins came to see the baby:

Home-made PVC flutes, by yours truly (I’ll sell 'em if you’ll buy 'em. $20. I can also add chromatic pinky and thumb holes. I only recomend this on the G flutes).
And the second cousin once removed:

Native American flute (yes, the bird is being held on by a rubberband).
One happy family:

Four months playing the woodwinds total. Is that WhOA’ed enough for ya’?