Northernfarmboy

(Liz had been trying for a couple of days to get the wren video up, but dial-up has its problems in that department as well.)

While we await its arrival, I found another interesting species that sometimes inhabits upstate New York in summer. I was lucky enough to get a few photographs of one that was displaying on our lawn. (They are quite tame and friendly to humans.) This is a representative specimen of the Northernfarmboy in its usual summer plumage. (Note the typical hat with folded bill, {Go 'Cuse} the incipient farmer's tan and the hay muscles just coming into seasonal bloom).

You may find Northernfarmboys in their natural habitat, (although the species is declining through habitat loss to burgeoning development), sometimes polishing the seat of the old Case 930 with the seat of their worn out jeans, while they ted a field of hay or chisel up some corn ground. Other times they are found tooling around in the bright blue pick up truck seeking the elusive driver's license or hunched over under the hood of the White 2-105 repairing whatever breakdown it has come up with in a long series of same.

Included are a couple of pictures of typical Northernfarmboy habitat, including a passing thunderstorm and the horse pasture on a misty morning, the first of which will send your average farmboy running for cover. (Especially this particular specimen, which was nearly struck, to the hair standing up on the head stage of too darned close, by lightning and doesn't like it much any more.)




Northernfarmboys come in a wide range of ages and color patterns, but are easily distinguished from Northerncityboys by a certain loose-limbed walk, as if always going somewhere and knowing exactly where that somewhere is, strong, broad shoulders and that unmistakable farmer's tan in summer. (Girls, if by chance you happen to catch one for your own, be prepared for him to work ridiculous hours doing arcane things that smell bad and produce staggering amounts of dirt.)

They are, despite that, quite nice to have around and I wish a very happy Father's Day to my own sun-browned Northernfarmboy, and to my Dad, who is a spectacular specimen of the NorthernBookDealer, with a dash of master carver, rock hound, gardener and a host of other talents thrown in for good measure.

Have a great day, guys!