It would be impossible to describe the beauty that we've experienced in these many years. I lament things that are gone.
In the old days the Bob white quail would call to each other at twilight time and gather in a rough circle facing outwards. If attacked or disturbed at night they would burst away in flight. You've not been startled until you "jump" a covey that explodes under you!
They're gone now. No Bob whites calling. Not extinct but due to farming practices have been severely reduced in numbers.
When all farms were the rule the many fence posts with holes in themmYou will made nesting sites for multitudes of Blue birds. They have been in drastic decline as has the whippoorwill whose numbers have dropped 50 - 75%. In late winter afternoons I've watched 6-8-10 bluebirds crowd into a bird house so they could share the warmth.
After a rain in spring the fire flies/lightning bugs cover the treetops in the bottoms below us making a flashing light display impossible to describe.
Then there are the whitetail deer that blow or snort at me from the field in the river bottom when I walk out on the porch.
The waters here are clear and the streams are rock and graveled beds. Smallmouth bass are real fighters and 5 pounders are not uncommon. A friend caught a 12lb walleye in a pool of water Just up stream from us. We floated stretches of these upper Saline River forks many times and the dogwoods blooming now make float trips a wonderful experience.
Our daughter is acting superintendent at a state park and is an outdoors soul like her paw. She floats the Buffalo national river and hikes the Ozarks and Boston Mountains.
The multi hued lime greens of the mountain hardwoods are beautiful with the dark evergreen pines all mixed together. Those that appreciate God's creation are truly blessed and can marvel at His infinitely varying designs no matter which direction they may turn.
I'm grateful that the Heavenly Father placed these things in my heart and He enjoys everything He has made. It has never gotten old or boring to Him and He enjoys it now as much as when He created it.
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In the old days the Bob white quail would call to each other at twilight time and gather in a rough circle facing outwards. If attacked or disturbed at night they would burst away in flight. You've not been startled until you "jump" a covey that explodes under you!
They're gone now. No Bob whites calling. Not extinct but due to farming practices have been severely reduced in numbers.
When all farms were the rule the many fence posts with holes in themmYou will made nesting sites for multitudes of Blue birds. They have been in drastic decline as has the whippoorwill whose numbers have dropped 50 - 75%. In late winter afternoons I've watched 6-8-10 bluebirds crowd into a bird house so they could share the warmth.
After a rain in spring the fire flies/lightning bugs cover the treetops in the bottoms below us making a flashing light display impossible to describe.
Then there are the whitetail deer that blow or snort at me from the field in the river bottom when I walk out on the porch.
The waters here are clear and the streams are rock and graveled beds. Smallmouth bass are real fighters and 5 pounders are not uncommon. A friend caught a 12lb walleye in a pool of water Just up stream from us. We floated stretches of these upper Saline River forks many times and the dogwoods blooming now make float trips a wonderful experience.
Our daughter is acting superintendent at a state park and is an outdoors soul like her paw. She floats the Buffalo national river and hikes the Ozarks and Boston Mountains.
The multi hued lime greens of the mountain hardwoods are beautiful with the dark evergreen pines all mixed together. Those that appreciate God's creation are truly blessed and can marvel at His infinitely varying designs no matter which direction they may turn.
I'm grateful that the Heavenly Father placed these things in my heart and He enjoys everything He has made. It has never gotten old or boring to Him and He enjoys it now as much as when He created it.
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