|goldfinches at feeder|
Photo by J. Harrington
The turkeys, conspicuous by their absence all Summer, have been regularly wandering through the yards for the past few days. They've wandered back and forth through the field behind the house, checked out the side yard on the North. and some of them have started to explore the woods on the East side. The dogs are intrigued by the scents left behind. There are about 16 birds altogether, and it looks like that's the combination of 3, 4 or 5 separate family flocks. From what I've noticed, they're all hens. At least I haven't seen even the stub of a jake's beard yet.
|Autumn turkey flock(s)|
Photo by J. Harrington
Speaking of turkeys, I've got my fingers crossed that the connection my Better Half made near mid-Summer will actually result in the family enjoying a heritage Bourbon Red turkey this Thanksgiving. The past few years we've been late to the party and all the "local" birds were taken. We've got one on order this year and have our fingers crossed that the supply will meet demand at least until we've got ours.
It's about this time most years that I start to look again at Gary Nabhan's Renewing America’s Food Traditions – Saving and Savoring the Continent’s Most Endangered Foods. I think it's my New England origins, but perhaps it's only that I'm getting older, that explains my increasing interest in traditions and heritages. I've got a split bamboo fly rod that I enjoy fishing for trout as much as, sometimes more than, my "newer, better, etc..." graphite rods. I continue to regret the fact that I never got around to gunning for grouse or ducks with a side-by-side shotgun because it wasn't as "practical" as an over-under or pump. (Their cost also had something to do with it.)
One of the aspects of phenology that I'm coming to enjoy more and more is that it gives me an increased sense of awareness of and participation in our natural heritage, an anticipation of what to look for next in the patterns of our four seasons, and the pleasure of always being able to find something more to learn. Can't ask much more than that. One of nature's nicest traits is that the "new and improved" models don't come out every year. Change occurs at a more human, more natural pace.
To the Light of September
By W. S. Merwin
When you are already hereyou appear to be onlya name that tells of youwhether you are present or notand for now it seems as thoughyou are still summerstill the high familiarendless summeryet with a glintof bronze in the chill morningsand the late yellow petalsof the mullein flutteringon the stalks that leanover their brokenshadows across the cracked groundbut they all knowthat you have comethe seed heads of the sagethe whispering birdswith nowhere to hide youto keep you for lateryouwho fly with themyou who are neitherbefore nor afteryou who arrivewith blue plumsthat have fallen through the nightperfect in the dew
Thanks for visiting. Come again when you can.
Please be kind to each other while you can.