A Carolina wren trills from the springhouse attic window, and a winter wren answers from under a pile of brush with ten seconds of song.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Monthly Archives: October 2009
A Carolina wren trills from the springhouse...
Tagged Carolina wren, springhouse, winter wren
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Bright lights appear on a storm-felled...
Bright lights appear on a storm-felled locust below my parents’ house—reflections from the second-storey windows. A hawk’s swift shadow.
Tagged redtail
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Heavy frost. In the clear, still air...
Heavy frost. In the clear, still air, black birch leaves fall like rain. A pileated woodpecker dives cackling into the treetops.
Tagged pileated woodpecker
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At first light, I can’t get over...
At first light, I can’t get over the strangeness of a white ground below an opaque wall of woods. It’s magical, yes, but not in a good way.
Tagged snowstorm
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The hush of snow against leaves like...
The hush of snow against leaves like soft brushes playing on the skin of a drum. A chickadee calls, and then a nuthatch. Dee dee. Yank yank.
A wet blanket of snow has crushed the...
A wet blanket of snow has crushed the lilac and bowed down the flaming maples and still-green oaks. Every 30 seconds another crack or crash.
Cold rain rattles in the leaves. On...
Cold rain rattles in the leaves. On the side of the house, an assassin bug with huge hind legs—about to die, it seems, with his boots on.
Tagged assassin bug
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A patch of silver in the yard: first...
A patch of silver in the yard: first frost. A jet glints in the rising sun, its short contrail twice as bright as the crescent moon.
Rising late, I listen to loggers’...
Rising late, I listen to loggers’ chainsaws from over the ridge to the west. The trees are almost at their peak of color. A distant crash.
Tagged fall foliage, logging
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Now I realize why the Adirondacks seemed...
Now I realize why the Adirondacks seemed so quiet: no jays! One reconnoiters the porch, pivoting in front of my chair with an odd screech.
Tagged blue jays
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