New Hampshire Wine-man (Exploring the world of wine in the tiny State of New Hampshire)
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Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Wine-ing about Birds And loving Dogs
I know, I know, this is a wine blog, a place to get an opinion about wine, but I want to put my opinion in perspective: wine opinions are of two natures (at least for the purpose of this post), there are those who go to school to be an "Expert" or sommelier, and they deserve great consideration, but even they will sometimes let you down, so you look for those experts (Provided you either want one, need one, or like the reflections or comparisons they provide) who will HONESTLY guide you with good and wise wine purchases. The other option is the "Band-of-Brothers" option which includes blogs that are similar to personal journals (Which is the option of this blog)
Why Wine-ing about birds?
I love birds, always have.
I took this picture over thirty five years ago.
Now to my point via my story.
One spring day when I was eight years old I was in the woods in the back yard, I guess boys still leave their video-games and play and explore outside, when I saw what was (To me) a new bird, in fact there were several of them; they were a beautiful shade of cerulean blue, frosty white (Solidly on the breast with streaks almost everywhere else), black and with a touch of lemon yellow on the crown of their heads and the rump of their backs. I got very close to them, maybe my size had something to do with that. I say "new" because my "Bird-guide" book was for little children and was hopelessly incomplete, but it did identify American robins and Bald eagles. Later I learned the taxonomic approach to identifying birds and found the colloquial name to be "Myrtle warbler", now known as Yellow-rumped warbler.
The more (I spent almost 55 years watching birds) time I spent watching and studying birds the more I realized it was my experience of them that mattered more than the details; listening to the sweet gentle spring sonata of the Slate-colored junco, the whimsical chimes of the Winter wren, beholding the sheer arrogance of the steel-blue mother Goshawk as she mythically swam through the dense mixed forest melting her attack and stealing away with Ruffed grouse, Gray squirrel, or even a crow to feed her young.
I'm not one to put feathers under microscopes, but rather still young at heart and watching the acrobatics of the Barn swallow; do we need ornithologists that use microscopes? Yes!
Now, for the wine: I'm no sommelier (Yes, we need sommeliers), but what I am is one who has a new love of wine, and I'm trying to look at each wine as "NEW"; is it beautiful, what personality does it have, is it gentle, does it sing like the junco or is it just a caw, caw. Whether this is important or spitting against a Northeaster is neither here nor there, but it is my way of sharing the common-thing about us, and if my observations are helpful to especially New Hampshire wine lovers, then I'm as glad as when I found the first Cerulean warble seen in NH in 20 years, and Dennis from Maine came with his parabolic microphone and recorded it; his pleasure and the pleasure of several others was a great delight for me as we shared this together, and wine is best enjoyed together as well.
For the dog lovers out there, I love them too.
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