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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 22, 2016

Turning Pages ~ Part 2...







Word must have gotten out that I have a liking for hawks for another paid us a visit a couple of  mornings ago.  I think this is a different one for he is definitely larger than the hawk that was here before.  I was able to get a few shots of him in action through my kitchen window as he hunted for breakfast right out our back door.  I am not sure what kind of hawk he is.  My grandmother would probably just call him a "chicken hawk," and, with concern for her barn yard flock, would summon my grandfather to get his gun.






Swooping down for some small prey...



Nutritious, no doubt...



Summer's last hike on the Chip Butter Trail...



The sweet, sweet fragrance of muscadine fills the air along the trail...



Millie ~ One ear up and one ear down ~ It seems that's the way it's going to be.  I love her either way!



Saturday, September 17, 2016

Turning Pages...








"...Another fall, another turned page:  there was something of jubilee in that annual autumnal beginning, as if last year's mistakes had been wiped clean by summer."
      ~Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose

Summer seemed very big this year!  I am so ready to turn another page to that "annual autumnal beginning."

 However, there are some things about summer's ending that bring on a bit of melancholy - things like bidding farewell to many of our favorite summer tenants - the little hummers who have delighted us since early spring, and other feathered ones, such as a pair of Broad-Winged Hawks that took up residence just back of our house.  They seemed to have had a liking for the old catalpa tree at the meadow's edge which gave them a bird's eye view of garden, orchard, and meadow as they searched for food.

 I haven't seen one of these hawks for a few days, so their migration must have begun.  My Audubon Field Guide says, "It is best known for its spectacular migrations; often thousands of birds travel together, with single flocks numbering up to several hundred individuals."  It's hard to imagine that there's one hawk among all those thousands that is my special hawk.  I hope he will be back in the spring.