On the way to meet Tim Foster I stopped off for a quick visit to the Blackstock’s battlefield.  On the path in from the parking area one walks through some dense forrest.  I caught site of the red tail of a fox trotting on up ahead.  Then a lizard scampered across my path.  The air was full of bird songs.  It struck me like a scene from Song of the South and “Zippity-Do-Dah” was stuck in my head for an hour afterward.