I realize suddenly that my yard is devoid of bull thistles this year. Could the goldfinches really have consumed every one of the seeds?
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Monthly Archives: June 2008
Another butterfly weed has been stripped...
Another butterfly weed has been stripped. It’s supposed to taste awful, but maybe it’s psychotropic. Anything that orange must be dangerous.
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The catbird sounds self-critical, adding...
The catbird sounds self-critical, adding a brief aside after every phrase. The chipping sparrow’s never-ending alarm sets a cricket off.
Tagged catbird, chipping sparrow, crickets
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Another reason not to mow the lawn:...
Another reason not to mow the lawn: a male common yellowthroat feeds a querulous fledgling in the tall grass directly in front of the porch.
Tagged common yellowthroat
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A shower blows in. Like late at night...
A shower blows in. Like late at night when the fridge cycles off, it takes me a second to place the sudden silence: the cicadas stopped.
Tagged cicadas
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A squirrel is making a nest in a black...
A squirrel is making a nest in a black locust with small branches it bites off a little higher up, plundering the roof to build the floor.
Tagged gray squirrel
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54°F. A cranefly clings to my elbow...
54°F. A cranefly clings to my elbow, landing gear spread wide as its clear wings flutter in the breeze, flags for the kingdom of water.
Tagged cranefly
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Four titmice flit about the yard. The...
Four titmice flit about the yard. The dead elm twigs that are closest to the lilac have acquired a greenish tinge. A beetle’s zigzag flight.
Tagged lilac, tufted titmouse
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A fawn follows its mother through the...
A fawn follows its mother through the springhouse meadow, spots like stars on a pelt dark with moisture from the sopping-wet vegetation.
Tagged springhouse
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A squirrel is exploring the dead elm...
A squirrel is exploring the dead elm at the edge of the yard, racing to the shakey end of each decrepit branch and peering into the abyss.
Tagged gray squirrel
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