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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, May 9, 2013

Dessert or Main Course...





Either way, the Red Buckeye in my Rocky Path garden is a hummingbird's favorite.

3 comments:

  1. It's a beautiful plant and if I were a hummingbird I wouldn't be able to resist. I wish I could take photos that look like this.

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  2. Beautiful photograph Mary! I too will be looking up "Red Buckeye". Looks like it was made for Hummingbirds. Do you know what variety the Hummer is? We only get about 3 or 4 species that come through here. This one looks different than mine.

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