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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..."

Thursday, January 31, 2013


Nell is my dog, no one else's dog...just ask her!  Or, maybe I am Nell's person...just ask me!  Which ever way it is, perhaps both ways, we surely have lots of wonderful times together.

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Remembering When There Was Only a Trickle...

It is encouraging to see water flowing once again through the bridge culverts that we cross each morning when going to feed the cattle.  I won't be forgetting last summer's drought when there was only a trickle in the culverts, then not even that.

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Lookout Point...

I have taken many pictures through the years from the top of Lookout Point, but never below the point looking up.  The trail below, which is nothing more than a deer trail, is steep and rocky,  I did a lot of tree hugging, and was glad when I reached the bottom with two good legs!

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Winter Color...

This handsome fellow really wanted his picture taken; I was happy to oblige.

Friday, January 25, 2013

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

A Warm Fire...

John Dunbar says of Ten Bears in Dances with Wolves, "He only smiled and talked of simple pleasures.  He reminded me that at his age, a good fire is better than anything."

Monday, January 14, 2013

Meandering Stream...

Nothing looks much better to us these days than to see the stream beds filling back up.  I looked back at pictures taken during last summer's drought...so depressing!  Our house is almost visible in the picture between the double trunk of the split tree.  The cattle tub on the right of the stream has been been converted into a raccoon feeder.  It was built as high as we could reach to pour feed into it.  I also save all my scraps for these little critters; would love to see their delight when there is a special treat. 

Thursday, January 10, 2013

"If you love your job, you haven't worked a day in your life."

                                                                                                        ~Tommy Lasorda

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

One Year of Blogging...

To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silent and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

                                                                                                  ~Ecclesiastes 3

And so it has been.