by Bodwyn Wook
George N Bassett, of rural Winnebago, MN, is an accomplished sculptor who, among many other fine things, has made busts of Hubert Humphrey, Dr Martin Luther King and Harrison Salisbury.
Yesterday, while accompanying a friend who was interviewing him for an upcoming article in the Terre de Bleu City Daily Sump & Squawbunion County (MN) Compactor, I too had the privilege of visiting with a great artist, and a man who, as well, is a veteran of the US Army General Mark Clark’s complicated WW II doings, in Italy.
And then, while the interviewing went forward in his studio, with his wife Irene in their parlor and looking North through the window into the sunlit yard of a noble stand of ancient oaks in new May tiny leaves, at their birdfeeders on the West bank of the Blue Earth River, I got to behold more birds of different sorts than I have ever in my lifetime of sixty years before seen in one place all at once.
There were (and, unlike virtually everything else that heretofore has appeared here, in Bodwyn Wook, this for a wonder is not a load of lies and made-up nonsense!):
1) Pairs of goldfinches and purple finches.
2) At least three varieties of sparrows and song sparrows, including ones with little terra cotta caps I do not know.
3) Chickadees darted in and out and in the lawn Grackles sauntered and cocked gold-coin eyes at the festivity, all the while fat Robins mined the grass for treats.
4) A great Bluejay was there, too…and a Baltimore Oriole flew in and out of the particolored scene!
5) Then came a handsome Rosebreasted Grosbeak and his brown- and clay-colored wife.
6) There were Harry and Downy Woodpeckers — and, then, a Redhead.
Interestingly, though, the star turn proved to have come first of all, and that was…a pair of Indigo Buntings!
(And, so, I do expect that I am glad that my cat, Ms Pouncer, was not along for the ride!)
Then, on the way back home through Winnebago, we turned in on the gravel Southwest of town and looked at our “private” nest of Bald Eagles, with binoculars, while the brooding bird stretched and arced her white neck from on high, and glared….
[Emmett R Smith all rights reserved 17 May 2008]