Not A Wild Turkey
State Line Liquor's Single Malt Scotch Whisky Tasting of 26Jun'19 - Special
Ed gave us all a special treat at the end of the scheduled tastings - a special malt bottled in 1991 from his own collection that he shared round the room - not for sale but just for the graciousness of it all
note the tasting glass with about one half once of the Brackla - the amount for each bottle being reviewed
State Line Liquor's Single Malt Scotch Whisky Tasting of 26Jun'19
Presentation of the evening's 8 tastings - Ed Cole
Ed was soft spoken, with in depth data on many aspects of Single Malts and Vatted variations. Depending on your own knowledge of Scotch, which can vary from none at all to a fairly deep learning of the craft and taste, you will still be impressed by any good presenter who usually have traveled through out the various whisky areas of Scotland and Ed was no exception. I have been to several tastings in the last couple of years and have read many books by people of the likes of Michael Jackson and have tried a fair number of Single malts. But invariably there are new things to learn - and great new whiskys to taste and this evening was no exception. Low key but intense in leading one on in how best to enjoy the noble Water of Life, both in the close camaraderie of a gathering like this evening or in the quiet solitude of a wee sip by the fire in your own home.
Ruffling
actually the Turkey Vulture was roosting quietly when I came unexpectedly into view, and he started to take flight, then sensing I was no threat he lowered back onto his perch (as I snapped quickly catching the photo)
My Heart in Hiding Stirred For A Bird
I caught this morning morning’s minion, king-
dom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Heron, in his riding
Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding
High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,
As a skate’s heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding
Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding
Stirred for a bird, – the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!
dom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Heron, in his riding
Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding
High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,
As a skate’s heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding
Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding
Stirred for a bird, – the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!
with apologies to Gerard Manley Hopkins
Scarlet Tanager - Piranga olivacea
I haven't seen a male Scarlet Tanager for many years - though I did photograph and post a female a summer or two or so ago - and just a day ago I spotted one without my camera. But this evening when Carol went out to do her walk she came hurriedly in telling me to grab my camera as there was a strange Scarlet Tanager on the drive that was quite tame letting her get within a few feet of her. We figured it to be a hatchling trying out its wings. By the time I got outside it was about nine feet up into a holly tree and the day was getting dark. I managed to do some digital enhancement of light, and bright etc to bring out the main features of this brilliant bird.
