Often at home he stop in mid step as I followed along his footsteps that he moved into. His path is the same path the tractors followed in muffled yells of puffs of black smoke and growling accelerations during the ride to the back of my uncle's field during harvest. he did not speak for some time and then say things like "That is the call of a Catbird. They like to imitate other birds around them like a Mockingbird." I had a hard time understanding which bird he was talking about since, to my ears, all I could hear was the forest talking. In doing so he gave to me an image of someone who is knowledgeable about the outside world and clearly knew more that I could ever
