Sunny and cold. My mother starts up the trail into the woods with her pant-legs tucked into her socks against the plague of deer ticks.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Monthly Archives: March 2009
A new squeal from the locust trees....
A new squeal from the locust trees. The wind is an eraser that works badly, and tears a hole in the woods if pressed too hard.
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Here in the clouds, one mourning dove...
Here in the clouds, one mourning dove has added an extra note to the beginning of his song, turning a dirge into a slow dance tune.
Tagged mourning doves
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Dark morning. The fox squirrel’...
Dark morning. The fox squirrel’s tail flickers orange from the back of the big red maple whose buds have swollen into dime-sized stoplights.
Tagged fox squirrel, gray squirrel, red maple
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The rain-soaked forest glistens in...
The rain-soaked forest glistens in the sun, bejeweled. The air is full of traffic noise and gnats with shining wings.
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First rainy morning in weeks, but how...
First rainy morning in weeks, but how quickly things turn to rust: rasp of a starling, a red-winged blackbird’s call, a scolding squirrel.
Tagged gray squirrel, red-winged blackbird, starling
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A harsh cooing from the pine tree closest...
A harsh cooing from the pine tree closest to the porch, like a hawk crossed with a dove. Two crows fly in, scold for a minute, and fly off.
Another cold, clear morning, with just...
Another cold, clear morning, with just enough wind to keep my sunlit breath from blocking my view. A killdeer calls from high overhead.
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Cardinal song followed by gargling...
Cardinal song followed by gargling laughter: a starling sits at the top of a locust, its bill a gleaming needle in the deep blue sky.
Over the clang of church bells, the...
Over the clang of church bells, the ethereal cries of wild swans: a huge high V off to the north. Sorry, folks. G-d has left the building.
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