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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, September 18, 2014
Along the Trail...
There's almost always something interesting to see along the Chip Butter Trail.........
~Puffy white (sometimes dark and menacing) clouds in every size and shape
~Smoky blue herons standing on long legs in shallow water at pond's edge
~Quacking ducks and honking geese
~Squealing little wild piggies running along side momma
~white-tailed deer, a plenty
~an old ring-tailed raccoon hurrying to scamper up the nearest tree
~Wild turkeys strutting
~Beautiful dogwoods and redbuds that paint the hillsides in the spring
~Colorful birds and wildflowers throughout the summer
~And, much to my delight, newborn calves
As I walked the trail late this evening, I could hear the bawling of the heifer calves, the ones that will be staying on here at the farm, that we collected in the weaning pen yesterday. Among that group are a couple of heifers that I first saw this spring when they were newly born along the Chip Butter Trail. One of them is Little Twig, named after my favorite cow Twiggy, which I have written about before, and the other is Little Hour Glass, so named because of the white shape on her face. The shot above was taken with my phone of Little Hour Glass and her mother late one evening in March. At that time I so hoped that both of these little calves would be heifers and that they could stay on here....and so they are.