Monthly Archives: February 2008

Cloud-bellies at sunrise: white, yellow...

Cloud-bellies at sunrise: white, yellow, blue-gray, mauve. We’re back to cold weather, and only the house finch sounds happy to be alive.

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Just out of sight through the dripping...

Just out of sight through the dripping woods, something dangerous must be passing: a succession of deer blast its odor from their nostrils.

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Gray sky at sunrise. The porcupine...

Gray sky at sunrise. The porcupine is late; I watch it coming from a long way off. It pauses to chew on the porch—no taste like home!

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It’s back down to 10°F this...

It’s back down to 10°F this morning. So engrained, to think of cold as down and heat as up—the opposite of the true situation here on earth.

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Screech owls at dawn—a wavering duet...

Screech owls at dawn—a wavering duet. Winged shadows meet for a second in mid-air, then perch in adjacent treetops, ruffling their feathers.

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Sun behind the trees. A chickadee singing...

Sun behind the trees. A chickadee singing its “charee-charup” song—or so it sounds to me, whole layers of meaning hidden from primate ears.

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Sleet falling into dry snow: a quiet...

Sleet falling into dry snow: a quiet metallic rattle, like robots whispering. My father bursts out onto his porch, hooting at the squirrels.

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It’s snowing: fine, dry flakes...

It’s snowing: fine, dry flakes. A squirrel falls out of a tree. Two chickadees drop into the bridal wreath bush to settle a score.

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After yesterday’s high winds,...

After yesterday’s high winds, the trees have a number of new complaints. 2°F. From up around the feeders, a endless wittering of finches.

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A gray squirrel sits back on its perch...

A gray squirrel sits back on its perch to watch a V of geese. Then it leans forward, embracing the trunk, to nibble on the sweet birch bark.

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