For Me, It's All About 'April Madness'
Nothing bores me more than “March Madness.” It is a contrived celebration if there ever was one and made for sordid city folks afraid of spending a night alone in the woods where country folks live. Nothing rings more hollow and empty than the sound of a basketball hitting an empty gymnasium floor at midnight, or at any other time of the day as far as I am concerned. You can have all my share of it, and welcome to it. The madness I want, and the sound I want to hear, is that of a boss turkey gobbler sounding off at dawn in a gathering peach colored sunrise just over yonder in that line of giant cottonwoods. That’s an “April Madness” I’ve been hooked to for close to fifty years now. Hard to believe. Time passes fast when you’re having fun. It has been well known for decades that all bird activity, both migratory and breeding, is keyed to the amount of daylight in the sky. When days shorten, birds that migrate do. All birds breed when the weather is nicest for them, and for us as w...