August 20, 1981 - Signs of Summer's EndAugust 20, 1981 The *Uffolk Timto
Signs of Summer's End
All day and into the night Monday a cool
northwest wind blew. The air was clear
and brought thoughts of a typical fall day
that can't be far away. Summer goes so
fast. First we anxiously await the Fourth
of July and in no time it seems the end of
August approaches. Where did it all go?
In back our golden fields of grain have
been consumed by the work of a grain
combine and now show only the green
grasses below that once were smothered
by the overpowering grain. There's
something impressive about that huge
machine as it rumbles across the fields
devouring all in its way and spewing the
digested debris behind.
Surely this is a sign of a season's
passing. It tells a story of the mainstay of
our nation, its grain. Here in the east, the
small amount of grain planted each year
amounts to no more than a kernel in a field
compared to the great expanses of the
bread basket regions of the west.
But this wasn't always so. In earlier
times grain was the most important part of
every farm, for not only did it supply the
mainstay of the family, but fed the
domestic animals as well. Those were the
times when grain mills were spotted
throughout our landscape. Some were run
by water at the heads of rivers or the
mouths of creeks. Others waved their
arms as the winds blew and turned the
machinery to grind the grain.
Few machines are perfect, and so it is
with our grain combines. Some of the grain
is missed and falls to the ground. Like the
famous painting showing the women
gathering the missed grain after harvest,
so it is that the birds, ducks and geese will
profit from the mistakes of the machine.
And what is not gathered by them will
sprout and grow next year.
Birds Begin to Flock
Right now the starlings and grackles
with their young are starting to congregate
in flocks. They'll eat almost anything,
including the excess grain in our fields, but
what gives them a bad reputation is when
they invade the fruit growers' crops. My
own poor orchard with its watched -over
ripening fruit is continually under attack.
To me, it's no great problem, for we have
learned to eat around the damage. But to
the fruit grower who must sell his crop,
birds can be a disaster. And it is not only
starlings and grackles that can be so
destructive. Our common robin and the
redwing and even the lowly house finch
take their toll. Again we find ourselves on
the horns of a dilemma. We want the birds
and yet we want our fruit unmarred. To
work out the solution is not always an easy
task.
Here again the ripening fruit tells of the
end of a season. Our lush red raspberries
and the red - cheeked peaches, along with
heavy - ladened apple branches, all tell us
that they have had their time in the sun
and the season is passing.
The weedy garden that was once so
clean and manicured, now looks like a
backyard gone wild. It seems the weeds
are determined to smother everything
we've worked for all summer long.
Overnight they appear and there's no
keeping pace with them. Already my
cucumbers have given up. The weeds have
taken over their territory.
Along the beaches and along the sand-
bars, the young terns are lined up into the
wind awaiting their next lesson in sur-
vival. A few still beg for food, but like most
fledgings in the bird world, they had better
learn their trade well. Soon the parent
birds will forever leave them to forage for
themselves. Those who do not pay strict
attention to the game of survival will soon
perish or be left behind, for that inner
urgency to migrate has already started in
some birds.
Monarchs Start to Move
I see the Monarch butterfly lazily
working over the pasture. It seems as if
there is no apparent direction, but like a
soft wind their overall drift is migration
oriented. Soon hundreds of thousands of
them will be working their way over our
south shore, especially along the great
barrier beaches that rim our coast: Fire
Island, Sandy Hook, and so on southward
they'll move. Weighing little more than a
feather this dainty butterfly makes it
through storms and peril that seem to defy
all logic.
The milkweed pods already are full of
their gossamer and seeds, packed like
some wonderful surprise package that lies
in wait for their time of the year to ex-
plode. First they must dry and this takes a
bit more of the good hot August sun. Then
sometime in September they will burst
their seed pods and from the split will flow
an almost lighter than air sunburst of
silver filaments that will transport the
tightly -held seeds to their new homes --
who knows where?
Slowly the summer comes to a close;
crabs will be caught, snappers fished for,
boats will be hauled out, summer cottages
closed for the season and we'll await
another year for the magical season of
summer to come once again.
PAULSTOUTENBURGH
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MONARCH BUTTERFLY -- Gathering energy, the Monarch butterfly
starts on its long, southward trek as far away as Georgia, Texas or even
Central America. Photo by Paul Stoutenburgh
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is glazed with a not - too-sweet orange
sauce. The Sea Shell's long list of seafood
dishes starts off with sea squab, broiled in
a lemon /garlic scampi sauce or lightly
breaded and fried. "No one breads like we
do," said Mrs. Power. She also said that
sea squab (blowfish) is a hot item and she
doesn't know of another restaurant which
offers it. The seafood fare also includes
lobster, soft shell crabs, scallops, king
crab legs and more. In addition to the
items on the printed menu, the Sea Shell
offers local fish in season: weakfish, eels,
fried clams and swordfish.
Dinners include a bread basket (with
real butter), coleslaw or salad, the farm
stand vegetable of the day and the potato
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$7.95 to $15.95, but most are in the $8.95
neighborhood.
The Sea Shell also offers a complete
luncheon special daily -- soup to coffee —
for $4.95. Lunch is served from noon to 2:30
and dinner begins at 5 p.m. The restaurant •
is open six days a week (closed Tuesdays)
throughout the year.
During their eight years at the Sea Shell,
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the warm ones. The walls are hung with
plants and oil seascapes. "Everyone com-
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