The sun-struck meadow gives off a thin mist. From the front window, the tap of a female cardinal’s bill against her rival in the glass.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Monthly Archives: June 2010
The garlic in my yard has a conspiratorial...
The garlic in my yard has a conspiratorial air, heads coiled, beaks thrust in every direction. Nearby, a lone wild onion’s Medusa hair.
Tagged wild garlic, wild onion
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A catbird mimics the wood thrush, call...
A catbird mimics the wood thrush, call-and-response style, getting the phrasing right but little else. Venus fades into the dawn sky.
Tagged catbird, Venus, wood thrush
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A robber fly rides a wind-blown leaf...
A robber fly rides a wind-blown leaf like a sailor on the deck of a heaving ship, sun catching the life-preserver orange of its thorax.
Tagged robber fly
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Just inside the woods, the soft clucks...
Just inside the woods, the soft clucks of a hen turkey trailed by a single chick. A thrush song sounds like a threnody—slow, sad notes.
Tagged wild turkey, wood thrush
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A male yellowthroat flies from perch...
A male yellowthroat flies from perch to perch without singing. It occurs to me that most of the music in my life wasn’t made for human ears.
Tagged common yellowthroat
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Coffee mug in one hand, I’m weeding...
Coffee mug in one hand, I’m weeding stiltgrass from the herb bed. Such a delicate invader, so easy to kill! And yet so tough to eradicate.
Tagged coffee, garden, Japanese stiltgrass
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The air is close, but it gets even...
The air is close, but it gets even closer: first a shower, then a torrent. The wood thrush falls silent. The doe flicks water from her ears.
Tagged deer, wood thrush
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Already by 8:00, the noontime heat...
Already by 8:00, the noontime heat is heralded by the aimless dance of a cabbage white butterfly, the dry rattle of a grasshopper’s wings.
Tagged cabbage white butterfly, grasshopper
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A rare alarm call from one of the reclusive...
A rare alarm call from one of the reclusive Cooper’s hawks nesting up in the woods. Sometimes I feel like a trespasser in my own front yard.
Tagged Cooper's hawk
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