Regardless of how you feel about raised voices of any sort, people are on the move physically, spiritually and digitally.

When my extended family gathers together from far and wide, it is often on the Putnam County homestead. We eat much too much food, walk it off along one-and-a-half-lane roads in the glow of sunrise and sunset, circle the old ball diamond, rinse and repeat. Someone who makes their home in a metropolitan area inevitably comments about this being a sleepy little county. My Steven lists the stories that he is covering at the moment and we all decide we need more pie. It’s not like weighty issues are a new thing, globally or locally. Take feminism, for instance. In the Celtic culture of Gaul and the British Isles, women fought as warriors alongside their men. Those women are said to have made up for any lack of physical strength through the fierceness of their attacks. In the early Christian church, women could hold positions of influence equal to men. Female downgrading gathered steam in the fourth and fifth centuries A.D. and women didn’t begin to march uphill until the 20th Century.

Girl power is running strong in the 21st, and it’s not limited to homo sapiens. There is a lot of whining and snarling behind the tree line this spring, the natural world’s version of, “Hey, Baby. Can I buy you a drink?” followed by a tart “#@^& off!” We see it in the barnyard, too. Some of the feathered boys are in their first flush. They chase the hens incessantly. Adam and Big Red, two more forward-thinking roosters, run to the rescue when the ladies squawk. There was plenty of rumbling in the warm sun last Sunday. Feathers and dust flew as some of the randier males accepted the challenge. With Adam and Red outnumbered, it was time for feminine intervention. Buttercup the Bronze Turkey rounded the henhouse and knocked the offending roosters about, then toddled off to snatch spring insects out of mid-air.

Here in the Back 40, all is not quiet.