The local geese seem restless, flying from valley to valley as if trying to remember how to migrate. Four juncos in the road gathering grit.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Monthly Archives: February 2009
A downpour. Just above the ridge, a...
A downpour. Just above the ridge, a sudden flash followed by a teeth-rattling rumble, the outline of an inverted tree fading on my retina.
I keep hearing fragments of song—...
I keep hearing fragments of song—winter wren, bluebird, song sparrow—and the usual tight flock of siskins in a walnut tree going zzzzzzip.
Tagged bluebird, pine siskin, song sparrow, winter wren
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With the sun on my face I turn my eyes...
With the sun on my face I turn my eyes into camera lenses, open, shut: half-second negatives of trees, bushes, railing. Remember this.
Tagged gray squirrel
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Cloudless and cold at sunrise. Two...
Cloudless and cold at sunrise. Two titmice drone back and forth, like a pair of insurance agents at a party trying to out-bore each other.
Tagged sunrise, tufted titmouse
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Sun shining through thin clouds and...
Sun shining through thin clouds and wind-blown snow. A great wave of happiness sweeps past. In the barberry bush, a cardinal begins to sing.
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White sky. The soft calls of a pair...
White sky. The soft calls of a pair of downy woodpeckers on adjacent trees. Four chickadees on a high-speed chase tear through the lilac.
Tagged chickadee, downy woodpecker, lilac, red-bellied woodpecker
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A section of latticework below the...
A section of latticework below the porch floor has fallen off, and though it kept nothing out, I feel strangely vulnerable. A red sunrise.
Tagged sunrise
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Bitter cold. A loud creaking from the...
Bitter cold. A loud creaking from the edge of the woods, as if from an unlatched door swinging in the wind. Snow cover thin as a ghost.
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Snowflakes make the wind visible. Who...
Snowflakes make the wind visible. Who knew the yard was home to such complex currents? The anxious calls of a nuthatch on the far shore.
