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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, July 18, 2013

Still Hunting for Bears...

with my camera, that is!  Instead I found a Great White Heron which was quite exciting.  Here he/she was, fishing along slough waters and keeping cool on a hot day...

Then in a magnificent flash of white, he/she was gone...


  1. Awesome photos....we have a type of crane here too. They squawk like a pterodactyl. Sometimes in the mornings with all the chatter I feel like I'm living in a prehistoric jungle.

  2. OH, you be careful around those bears! Such a graceful and beautiful bird!

  3. Stay away from those bears. They are not too camera friendly! Love the pretty heron!