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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..."

Tuesday, September 18, 2018


One of the things I like best about September (Oh the list is long, for sure.) is that the wild ducks begin to return to the fresh water ponds here.  In the photos is one little loner that I was able to photograph in the lily pads, while a half-dozen others wanted no part of having their picture taken.  I am now wondering if this duck is able to fly at all.  He is quite entertaining to watch as he swims leisurely about, diving occasionally underneath the water.   Thoreau had these thoughts about the ducks on "his pond."

"The spruce and cedar on its shores, hung with gray lichens, looked at a distance like the ghosts of trees.  Ducks were sailing here and there on its surface, and a solitary loon, like a more living wave, - a vital spot on the lake's surface, - laughed and frolicked, and showed its straight leg, for our amusement."  ~ Henry David Thoreau


I think if this little duck had ever read Thoreau, one of his favorite quotations might be,"I never found a companion that was so companionable as solitude."
~Henry David Thoreau
I do readily agree with Thoreau's thinking on the subject, for my own solitude is something I value (for a limited time, of course.)

The last cuttings of hay have been baled... (Well, except for a small patch or two.  It seems we are really never finished.)

The little hummers are still here, although not nearly so many as there were throughout the summer.    We are well into fall migration, so these little travelers are undoubtedly just passing through.  I wish them luck on their long journey.

Jean Craighead George wrote of migration in Frightful's Mountain.  "The happening was migration.  It was full upon the Northern Hemisphere.  The shorter hours of sunlight and lowering temperatures were telling millions of birds to go south.  The event had begun in mid-August.  The loons, geese, ducks, and shorebirds had heard the message from the environment and had left the barrens of Alaska and Canada.  A few days later the swallows and swifts felt the change and left the Northeast." 


  1. A lovely peaceful post in your beautiful area. Solitude is my prize that I seek each day, at least for a little while, Chip Butter. Your pond and the beautiful field is testament that autumn is coming. The migration has begun here and it's quite noticeable. I love seeing your hummers. Our's have been few and far between. Yes, the migration has begun. ♥

  2. You stated it beautifully . . . "Solitude" is something that I value, too (for a limited time). Just having the opportunity to sit by ones self and listen and smell the outdoor air. The birds singing, the smell of trees as they turn their Autumn shade of glory. Have you noticed that they put off a perfume in the Fall? I enjoyed my visit and want to thank you for being such a sweet blogging friend. Lovely post :)
    Now, replying to the comment you left on my last post:
    We love doing that, sometimes we call the neighbors over and we sit together and have a little hay bailing celebration, LOL. It's not even our hay, but we enjoy it :)
    Keep Smiling!
    Connie :)

  3. Solitude is something that I embrace on a daily basis for a few moments to collect my thoughts and organise myself. I thoroughly enjoyed my visit to your blog and seeing the pond, the lone duck and that Autumnal field. A joy to visit.

  4. Good morning, your photography is so beautiful and I loved the quotes. Interesting about the lone duck. I have been wondering what birds will be on the lakes-great capture of the little hummers-enjoy your wednesday

  5. What lovely photos! We are not into fall yet, but I love imagining the cooler temperatures. The green John Deere and red baler just shout Autumn. A freshly baled field always gives me a satisfied feeling. The fields down in the country are baled, and things look so neat and tidy. Preparation.

  6. It seems strange at times that the birds that first arrived in the Spring and then disappeared are stopping by again. They seem to come and go in a certain order. We made another trek up to our son's home this past Saturday and I loved the view along the way. It was a quick impromptu visit and I did not pack my camera. But, the drive itself was lovely to see the color on the tree's changing. The birds visiting along the water ways. Soon all the leaves will fall and it will look so bleak. So for now I will enjoy September...wish it would last longer. My husband and I will enjoy your mountainside pictures for now; since the land around us seems so flat. Your flowers still look so pretty. Enjoy your little bird visitors!

  7. Me too on solitude needed occasionally to reboot the mind and soul. Loved that first picture and glad you have some ducks on the pond. My hummers are thinning out also. I leave feeders up through October for the migrating ones.

  8. beautiful pictures. It is still hot here and hopefully it will start cooling down soon. I do love September, it is my birthday month, but it hasn't felt like a normal September this time. Still to hot. We have ducks about all year here, not cold enough for them to go to far. Big geese live here. Lots of water around us. I do love the quite too. It is hard some times to get quiet. People want noise, from computers to TV and I like my seldom, moments of quite.

  9. You know I like solitude; I'd better. :) The TV is almost like an unwanted guest at times.
    Love your green and red; ours is blue and red. ;) It will soon be time to put this equipment away for another year. We still have several geese on the pond.

  10. Our hummers here now are the fly-throughs. I can tell because they don't seem to know where things are. I love them so much. One little girl looked in the window at me this morning. We are cooler here too, and soon the leaves will be so pretty. I was looking at your beautiful dolls again-they are lovely. I hope you are adding colors to your art-but it's beautiful in black and white shades too.

  11. The pond is absolutely breathtaking and I am drawn to the hay bales; always have been. Perhaps I'm a distant relative of Monet. I so enjoy reading about your part of the world. It lets my mind rest for a bit which I need right now.

  12. Lovely post - your pond reminds me of "Ginty's Pond", five miles down the valley from me. I must go and see how fall is progressing there, - the bullrushes and the ducks, and perhaps a turtle or two down at the end on the old log they inhabit!