Piel, you slipped it by me once, but the second time I had to check it out. So now I learned a new word! Click here for a picture of FODDERSHOCKS from the Black Bear region of Cumberland, Kentucky.
To complete my store of knowledge, I also learned that "Foddershock" is the name of a self-described "accoustic Appalacian dysfunctional folk rock" band.
And here's a poem about foddershocks (Google is such a wonderful invention!). Note the interesting rhyme scheme.
How drowsily this phantom summer creeps
Over the fields that autumn has laid bare;
A blue haze hangs where gold was on the air
And weaves a dusk wherein the sunlight sleeps.
And all the magic dream of yesterday-
The gilt and crimson leaves, whirling and falling-
Are less than nothing in this brief recalling
Of what was lost when summer went away.
Along the smoky aisles of light and shadow
No birds are left to suddenly take wing;
Here is a warmth that yields not anything
Save a soft blur enfolding hill and meadow.
Strangely the somnolent sunlight tarnishes
The copper foddershocks and tangled grass;
Above the stubble where sweet clover was
The last bee grieves, and drifts, and vanishes.
-MINNIE HITE MOODY.