Every fall, the person managing the corn fields on Buffalo Road chops down the corn stalks, leaving 4 to 6 inches of standing stubble. Over the course of the winter, many fowl take shelter there and find sustenance. I often see them huddled close to the ground surrounded by the pointed spears of beheaded corn stalks. Snow builds up around them and affords protection from the icy winds that blow through the area, drifting snow across the road despite the snow fences.
Today as I drove past the fields, I was shocked to discover that they not only harvested the stalks, they ripped them up roots and all! The barren ground is completely devoid of stubble. Not a spear in sight. I gasp, realizing what this will mean in the winter when the geese and Guinea hens seek shelter from the storms and want to search out bugs and juicy grist for the feeding. They will have to go elsewhere.
I am sad to know there will be no fowl snuggling in the vast expanse of smooth whiteness that will hug Buffalo Road this winter. I am sure they will find another spot to hunker down when the winds blow fierce and the snow flies in their faces. Here's hoping we all find safe space against the unpredictable elements. As for me, I am looking at one of those mini fake fireplaces for my bedroom!
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