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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 28, 2013

Pretty Company...






I stare at her and she stares at me.  I wonder if she thinks I am as pretty as I think she is...


Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Where Are You...


Where are you, Great Blue Heron?  You were here at this same time yesterday when I had no camera.  Today, camera hanging around my neck, I have come prepared. 

 So, it is the game of old...catch me if you can!  I saw you a day or so ago, along with your mate, flying toward the pond, so be aware, Mr. Blue, this Chip Butter is watching....





Monday, October 7, 2013

Ride the Wind...


Is it when the first cold winds of autumn blow in from the north that they go?  And, when the first warm winds of spring blow in from the south that they come?  Most of the little ruby-throated hummingbirds that spent the summer here packed up their delightful little flashes of emerald greens and reds and left out a couple of weeks ago.  However, a day hasn't passed that there haven't been some visitors to the feeders, which I will leave up until I can feel sure no more are passing this way. 

Could this little hummer be the last?  There were a few of these little critters coming and going at the feeders yesterday, but by the last light of day, there was only one. This morning I have seen none.  It is a beautiful sunny day to be flying south, but then it is a long long way to Central America.  Many will cross the Gulf of Mexico in a single, non-stop flight.  Good luck, little critters!  Ride the wind!




10-10-13 ~ for the record ~ a little hummer was spotted at one of the feeders early this morning.  The sugar water level has been dropping so I knew we still had visitors stopping by.  I will change the sweet water and keep the feeders up a few more days.



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...