Eureka! I found them!

Two phrases, “resident naturalist” and “whining gears in reverse”, were not to be found in any of the pockets of these archives, nor on any much-thumbed page. So vivid in my memory, yet so entirely absent I feared I was loosing my mind, but then, I cast off elsewhere into the brambles and old sheds of Plummer’s farmstead, and there, on the steps of the “The Morning Porch”, wreathed in crepuscular gloom, they sat, nearly side by side, little more than a week apart, soon to be steaming in the morning sun.