Something to Crow About LbNA #21202 (ARCHIVED)
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Add Location| Owner: | Adoptable |
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| Plant date: | Apr 1, 2006 |
| Location: | |
| City: | North Chatham |
| County: | Barnstable |
| State: | Massachusetts |
| Boxes: | 5 |
| Planted by: | ArchimedesScrew  |
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| Found by: | teamneutron |
| Last found: | Aug 2, 2009 |
| Status: | FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFm |
| Last edited: | Apr 1, 2006 |
A long time ago, a brave little rooster decided to make its home near Frost Fish Creek in North Chatham. He was a plucky little bantam, but alas, one day he mysteriously disappeared. A while later another brave little rooster took his place. He, like his predecessor, was sought out by admirers from far and wide who recorded his image for prosperity in logs celebrating their finds. Sadly, this rooster also eventually disappeared into thin air. Not even a tell tail-feather remained.
Friends from far and wide (or at least Yarmouth) heard that something was a-fowl. They gathered their own flock from rooftops, henhouses, television, and even the movie industry. Their mission was to make Frost Fish Creek safe enough for an eventual return of the prodigal rooster.
Together they surveyed the land seeking hidden places in which to roost and watch. From the parking lot they marched ahead, turning left with the creek to their right. They eventually came upon a leaning tree of great girth and left one behind to roost within.
***REPORTED MISSING***Forging on 220 Chunna steps or 240 Archimedes’ Screw steps on the moss covered trail, they looked left beyond a trident tree reminding them of a pitchfork to a three-trunked roost which appeared to have horns. The second of our feathery four nestled within beneath a rock.
***REPORTED MISSING***Fifty steps ahead, as the rooster walks, which is not necessarily straight, they sighted a square roosting post in the center of the trail. They were stopped by an ominous creature resembling a dragon or bison with horns. It warned them to watch carefully and then take the sharp left uphill path ahead. Friends and fowl continued past a tree reaching out to them with its long, spindly arms and around the kettle hole while pondering how, on sea-level Cape Cod, this path was a glacier’s cruel joke. They forged through a pine prison, belatedly considering that they should have gone around instead of through it. When they reached the top of the hill, they followed the trail down to the left. They spied two red posts to the right at the bottom and continued on from there up again and around the rim until they found the perfect nesting spot for the third in a pine about ten steps down the hill to the right. When friends and fowl moved on, they left the third in what, when viewed from the trail, appears to be a nest with two eggs.
***REPORTED MISSING***Around, back down, up again, past a pile of wood, down and up, on and on, the little troop marched forth until at last they reached a fork, one path going down to the left toward the pond and the other going down to the right. Standing at the fork they turned around and spotted a white-marked tree. Returning to the tree, they faced due east and spotted a pine precariously perched about 10 feet along the rim. For some reason they thought this would be the perfect place for the fourth. So there it roosts among the roots beneath a rock, feeling quite safe because, at least on slippery days, a safety rope might be required to reach the nest.
***REPORTED MISSING***The now fowl-less friends descended and realized that either path at the fork would take them back as long as they went left at the end and right when reaching the original trail at the creek. They wondered if someday the prodigal rooster would join their flock, knowing that he now had friends to watch his tail. Either way, they felt that they had left something to crow about behind. The Frost Fish flock of fowl apparently agrees and proclaims so each day at the crack of dawn.
Then one day in April, the prodigal rooster thought back to his former home. He had heard that it was now guarded by some steadfast friends and decided it was time to return. He came back to Frost Fish Creek and greeted each of his friends as he passed. The rooster went back to the path and followed it to the right after seeing the last of his friends. Where it branched, he took the left path. He then took twenty long rooster steps (the equivalent of twenty average letterboxer steps), looked up to his left, and saw the place where he would make his home in a lichen covered oak tree. He settled in, safe and sound with the feathery flock watching his tail.
Featuring
Rocky.............................................Archimedes’ Screw and Cape Cod Lightning Bug
Foghorn Leghorn.............................Chunna
Cocorico.........................................Archimedes’ Screw and Cape Cod Lightning Bug
Which Way the Wind Blows..............Mumma and Bunny Boy
The Chatham Rooster III................. Deanne, the lazy letterboxer and the Letterboxing Ham
Driving directions to Frost Fish Creek Conservation Area: Heading east on Route 28 take Old Harbor Road (which is Route 28 heading toward North Chatham) at the rotary before Chatham center. You will pass a school and Veteran’s Field on the left. When you reach a set of lights, go left onto Orleans Road (this is still Route 28). Go past the Lazy Lobster and Misty Meadow and Old Mail. Look for Frost Fish Hill and, on the left, Frost Fish Road. Turn left immediately before the silver guard rail where the road crosses the creek and drive down the bumpy dirt road to the small parking lot at the end.
Please take care to re-hide these boxes well. They should be covered with leaves and mulch and in the case of those within roots, please replace the rocks as you found them. Thank you for making sure that they will continue to greet the dawn at Frost Fish Creek for years to come.
Friends from far and wide (or at least Yarmouth) heard that something was a-fowl. They gathered their own flock from rooftops, henhouses, television, and even the movie industry. Their mission was to make Frost Fish Creek safe enough for an eventual return of the prodigal rooster.
Together they surveyed the land seeking hidden places in which to roost and watch. From the parking lot they marched ahead, turning left with the creek to their right. They eventually came upon a leaning tree of great girth and left one behind to roost within.
***REPORTED MISSING***Forging on 220 Chunna steps or 240 Archimedes’ Screw steps on the moss covered trail, they looked left beyond a trident tree reminding them of a pitchfork to a three-trunked roost which appeared to have horns. The second of our feathery four nestled within beneath a rock.
***REPORTED MISSING***Fifty steps ahead, as the rooster walks, which is not necessarily straight, they sighted a square roosting post in the center of the trail. They were stopped by an ominous creature resembling a dragon or bison with horns. It warned them to watch carefully and then take the sharp left uphill path ahead. Friends and fowl continued past a tree reaching out to them with its long, spindly arms and around the kettle hole while pondering how, on sea-level Cape Cod, this path was a glacier’s cruel joke. They forged through a pine prison, belatedly considering that they should have gone around instead of through it. When they reached the top of the hill, they followed the trail down to the left. They spied two red posts to the right at the bottom and continued on from there up again and around the rim until they found the perfect nesting spot for the third in a pine about ten steps down the hill to the right. When friends and fowl moved on, they left the third in what, when viewed from the trail, appears to be a nest with two eggs.
***REPORTED MISSING***Around, back down, up again, past a pile of wood, down and up, on and on, the little troop marched forth until at last they reached a fork, one path going down to the left toward the pond and the other going down to the right. Standing at the fork they turned around and spotted a white-marked tree. Returning to the tree, they faced due east and spotted a pine precariously perched about 10 feet along the rim. For some reason they thought this would be the perfect place for the fourth. So there it roosts among the roots beneath a rock, feeling quite safe because, at least on slippery days, a safety rope might be required to reach the nest.
***REPORTED MISSING***The now fowl-less friends descended and realized that either path at the fork would take them back as long as they went left at the end and right when reaching the original trail at the creek. They wondered if someday the prodigal rooster would join their flock, knowing that he now had friends to watch his tail. Either way, they felt that they had left something to crow about behind. The Frost Fish flock of fowl apparently agrees and proclaims so each day at the crack of dawn.
Then one day in April, the prodigal rooster thought back to his former home. He had heard that it was now guarded by some steadfast friends and decided it was time to return. He came back to Frost Fish Creek and greeted each of his friends as he passed. The rooster went back to the path and followed it to the right after seeing the last of his friends. Where it branched, he took the left path. He then took twenty long rooster steps (the equivalent of twenty average letterboxer steps), looked up to his left, and saw the place where he would make his home in a lichen covered oak tree. He settled in, safe and sound with the feathery flock watching his tail.
Featuring
Rocky.............................................Archimedes’ Screw and Cape Cod Lightning Bug
Foghorn Leghorn.............................Chunna
Cocorico.........................................Archimedes’ Screw and Cape Cod Lightning Bug
Which Way the Wind Blows..............Mumma and Bunny Boy
The Chatham Rooster III................. Deanne, the lazy letterboxer and the Letterboxing Ham
Driving directions to Frost Fish Creek Conservation Area: Heading east on Route 28 take Old Harbor Road (which is Route 28 heading toward North Chatham) at the rotary before Chatham center. You will pass a school and Veteran’s Field on the left. When you reach a set of lights, go left onto Orleans Road (this is still Route 28). Go past the Lazy Lobster and Misty Meadow and Old Mail. Look for Frost Fish Hill and, on the left, Frost Fish Road. Turn left immediately before the silver guard rail where the road crosses the creek and drive down the bumpy dirt road to the small parking lot at the end.
Please take care to re-hide these boxes well. They should be covered with leaves and mulch and in the case of those within roots, please replace the rocks as you found them. Thank you for making sure that they will continue to greet the dawn at Frost Fish Creek for years to come.