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As a child, it was one of my greatest delights to visit my grandparents in the spring when the whip-poor-wills began to call. Grandma and Grandpa lived in a remote valley of the Ozark Mountains where there were trees a plenty, and, seemingly, a whip-poor-will, or two, in each one.
My grandmother insisted that a whip-poor-will's call was not "whip-poor-will," but instead, "chip-butter-white-oak." I would listen really hard trying to hear it exactly as she said it was, but all I could hear was "whip-poor-will, whip-poor-will,..." But, I never let on to her.
I remember my grandpa watching and listening, with an amused look on his face, to one of these listening sessions. Shortly after that he began to call me, just for fun, "Chip Butter." It is a name I am proud to wear for I still love to hear that long, lonesome call on a warm summer's eve. And, sometimes, when I listen really, really hard, it seems I can hear quite clearly, "chip-butter-white-oak, chip-butter-white-oak..."

Wednesday, February 22, 2012


We live in an area where white-tailed deer are abundant. We think nothing of it to see herds of thirty or more. Some deer have become quite at home around the place and think nothing of it to see us passing by. One of these is a doe we have affectionately named Split-Ear because of a tear in one of her ears. Each year she has two fawns which grow up almost at our doorstep. I snapped a picture of her today as I passed by on my way to the barns.  It is still a little early for her to have fawns.


Monday, February 13, 2012

This Is Not Montana...

When we left out this morning to feed the cattle, the snow was still falling, quite hard at times.  I grabbed my camera wanting to get a few shots of our one and only snowfall, thus far, this winter.  Dan was all business this morning, wanting to get on with the feeding, so most of my pictures ended up being pictures of cattle.  Oh, well, it is no secret how much I like our livestock, so I am actually quite proud of some of the pictures I managed to bring home.

Saturday, February 11, 2012


"Snow is likely Monday, followed by light freezing rain and sleet."  That's the news from our weather guy.  Dan stacked firewood on the porch just in case.  He always says, as old-timers used to say, that "cutting firewood will warm you twice - once when cutting it and again when it burns."

And, here is a bit of Dan's second warming...wonderful this cold night!

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Who or WHAT Lives Here?

The trail leading into this cave is well worn...who or WHAT lives here?

Friday, February 3, 2012


Whereever I go on the farm, Nell thinks she must go too.  She isn't a youngster now, so I always try to give her a ride if I am going far.  She's my hiking buddy and seems to know when the time of day comes for our walk.  She will give chase if she sees a rabbit, a squirrel or a deer, but she's back at my side in a moment.  I talk to her. She listens. I tell her things I wouldn't tell another person.

Nell is my most unselfish friend, and when others seem to have deserted me, she is at my side.  She will kiss my hand and lick my tears away.  She carries no grudges.  She does not find fault.  She loves me when I succeed or when I fail.  She truly is a man's woman's best friend!

(Nell was rescued from a shelter in 2001.)