When I stop to admire the red columbine in my garden, a female cardinal bursts from the cedar tree, her half-built nest inches from my ear.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Monthly Archives: April 2009
Does the cottontail rabbit remember...
Does the cottontail rabbit remember winter when the bridal wreath bush it uses for cover again turns white?
Tagged bridal wreath, cottontail
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Sandals and shirtsleeves. The thin...
Sandals and shirtsleeves. The thin song of a black-throated green warbler. The oaks are blooming, and the air is full of insects.
Tagged black-throated green warbler, wood thrush
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An inversion layer brings traffic noise...
An inversion layer brings traffic noise into the dawn chorus. Large gnats land on my arm. A squirrel sits on the head of the concrete dog.
Tagged gray squirrel
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Sunrise. A white moth and a white…
Sunrise. A white moth and a white butterfly flit between the cherry blossoms, and at the edge of the woods, the shadblow is in full bloom.
Kitchen: wolf spider. Bathroom: silverfish...
Kitchen: wolf spider. Bathroom: silverfish. Dining room: millipede. And right above me on the porch, a gnatcatcher lands and sings.
Tagged gnatcatcher, millipede, silverfish, spiders
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The bottom half of the porcupine-girdled...
The bottom half of the porcupine-girdled cherry tree is in bloom; the top is lifeless. You’d think the news would travel from the ground up.
Tagged cherry tree, porcupine
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A moment of sunlight illuminates the...
A moment of sunlight illuminates the yard. Water seeps from the mountain’s every pore. The starling is doing its best to talk like a duck.
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Another cold morning. During a pause...
Another cold morning. During a pause in the robin’s song, I can hear the spring peepers’ tireless ME ME ME ME ME down in the marsh.
Tagged robin, spring peeper
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Crows mobbing an owl, the sun breaking...
Crows mobbing an owl, the sun breaking through clouds, a field sparrow’s cup filling to the brim… April is still an unknown country to me.
Tagged field sparrow
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