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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, October 29, 2012

Hunter's Moon...



According to Wikipedia, the Hunter's Moon is said to have been used by Native Americans as they tracked and killed their prey by autumn moonlight, stockpiling food for the winter ahead.  As with the Harvest Moon, there is no long period of darkness between sunset and moonrise.  In times past, this feature of these autumn moons was said to help hunters tracking their prey (or in the case of the Harvest Moon, farmers working in the fields).  They could continue tracking their prey (or bringing in their crops) by moonlight even when the sun had gone down.  Hence the name Hunter's (or Harvest) Moon.




 

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