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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..."


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.














2 comments:

  1. Brrrrrrrrrr.........it's cold here too!

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  2. Don't you feel a little sorry for them? Your pictures tell it like it was ~ cold!!

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