Doesn’t that sound like a movie—Waiting For Woodcock? It would
probably be about an odd older guy living in a rural area, who frequented
swampy areas and whose only understanding friend was a dog.
The middle of this past week the weather felt like spring, and,
on a morning walk out back with the dogs, I wondered when the first woodcock
might show up. February is the only month I have never seen a woodcock in New
England.
Snow fell that night, about three inches of fluffy white
stuff, and, when I walked the next morning, I decided that it would be a while
before the woodcock showed up.
The day turned out warm
with the temperatures in the forties and by the middle of the afternoon most of
the new snow had disappeared. A friend, Tom Flaherty, called to tell that he
had run his Brittany pup in the next town over and she found three woodcock in
some poplar near a gravel pit.  |
| Do you see him in there? |
Imagine that, woodcock in February.
