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Hey, hey, hey, meet the Hay Man
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
By KEN BECK
Special to The Wilson Post

Say hey to the Hay Man.

That’s the name by which most farmers and horse people know Richard Quintal, local hay broker and Massachusetts expatriate, who keeps his barn full of hay bales in a southeast nook of Wilson County known as Greenvale, where the hills are hillier, the grass is greener and the valleys are full of hay.

“I sell a lot of hay. Since 1999, I’ve sold 9,896 rolls and 79,148 bales. This hay here is top of the line,” he said, not bragging but as a matter of fact, in a strong New England accent. “That’s beautiful hay. You don’t see sagebrush or sticks. You won’t find a bad bale here.
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Our Feathered Friends
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
By  Ray Pope

I would like to thank my many friends and readers who took the time to send cards and emails to my family in our time of grief and for the many visitors to the funeral home. This is the closest of kin that we have lost and it will take time for our spirits to heal. With all the prayers and other words of comfort, it helps, and we are very grateful.

Judd Sellars and his wonderful staff, Bea Hallums and Trish Farrah, really were angels in disguise and tended to our ever need, and that’s the reason Judd will take me on my final journey.

I have heard from several readers about having Ruby-throated Hummingbirds at their feeders. It seems that we went from famine to feast with the little ones. Just three weeks ago everyone was asking where they were. It won't be much longer until September when all the northern Hummers head south to fatten themselves before taking off over the Gulf of Mexico headed to their winter homes in Mexico and other parts of northern South America. Then we can look forward to the return of our winter species.
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POSTSCRIPTS – My Babies Flew Away
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
By Margaret Partee

In the late spring I noticed that a bird had built a nest atop the smoke alarm that is inside my carport. It was very similar to one I had seen in previous years stuck to the top of a security light under the eaves at the back of my house. Soon it was apparent that a bird was on the nest because every time I opened the back door, a streak flew up into a nearby tree!

About the same time I was watering a newly planted hanging basket on my front deck when an eruption from the basket scared me half to death! I peered carefully into the foliage of the red begonias and ivy to see a beautifully constructed nest with four adorable little brown speckled eggs in it. I carefully watered the plants around the nest and retreated. As I watched from my window a Carolina Wren returned to her home to keep her eggs warm! They usually nest in the bird bottle I described in an earlier column, but not this year!   
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