Sounds and sights that won’t be heard again:
A biplane passing overhead–so low you can see the pilot. He’d wave at the watchers below.
A coal-burning locomotive blowing its whistle at a crossing and little children, with their heads out car windows, making the blow your horn motion.
The “ogglifng” sound of the horn of an old Model T Ford,
The eight, twelve and five o’clock whistle of Weathreford’s oil mill
The smokie flavor of food baked in a wood-burning stove’s oven.
Also gone but hopefully, somewhere near-by:
The call of a Whippoorwill
Hoot owl or screech owl’s lonely hoot
Painted Bunting
These birds do not like populated areas so when people move in, the birds move out to the near-by county.
Where will they go next as businesses and apartments follow? New homes are filling scenic areas. Housing developments a taking farm land. No farms, no food, especially the fresh unadulterated
vegetables from the truck farmer.
So what do we do? Limit expansion?
Thoubling thoueghts a dreary day–all because of a random thought about missing the night-time call of a whippoorwill. It doesn’t take much to set me off!
Dannie
