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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..."


Saturday, October 5, 2013

Nell's First Day Back on the Job...



Today was Nell's first day back on the job since having surgery.  It has been a long three weeks and three days since the operation to remove a tumor from her right rear leg. The first set back was when she opened up the incision and had to be put back under to have it restitched.  From that time, until the stitches were removed, she wore a cone-shaped collar so she couldn't lick or bite the incision.  For a young thirteen year old, I think she is doing wonderfully!

Every day, when I go walking, Nell has pleaded, with all of her doggy charms, to be allowed to go too.  So, because today was much cooler, and much to her delight and to mine, I allowed her to go.

Up the hill and through the woods...

Right rear leg bearing scar where tumor was removed...

Ever Alert...

Paying respect to the Spirits of Old...

The pond and a  surprise rain shower...



1 comment:

  1. So glad that Nell is on the mend. She's a beautiful doggy!

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