Steady rain; the early-morning light lasts for hours. A large, grayish blob halfway up a tree turns out to be only a caterpillar tent.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Monthly Archives: September 2010
The first holes have appeared in the...
The first holes have appeared in the forest wall, blue sky above the ridgeline leaking through. A dozen silent jays skim the treetops.
Tagged blue jays
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How does the poison ivy know to turn...
How does the poison ivy know to turn the same salmon as the red maple it has infiltrated? A phoebe chases a kinglet from the roadside weeds.
Tagged phoebe, poison ivy, red maple, ruby-crowned kinglet
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The downpour eases, and the cattail...
The downpour eases, and the cattail leaves stop dancing. A burst of bird calls from within the dogwood thicket: waxwings, towhees.
Tagged cattails, cedar waxwing, rain, towhee
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Three migrant catbirds land in the...
Three migrant catbirds land in the spicebush beside my front door, drawn by the berries’ stop-sign red. Between each berry, a scolding mew.
Past 6:00, and it’s still warm...
Past 6:00, and it’s still warm and cloudy. But the moon soon breaks through into good weather. As its glow dims, the breeze turns cool.
Tagged moon
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A harvestman stilting across the porch...
A harvestman stilting across the porch stops to poke each fallen walnut leaf. Up in the woods, the sudden squirrel rattle that means Hawk.
Tagged gray squirrel, harvestmen
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Thick fog at daybreak, as if the bright...
Thick fog at daybreak, as if the bright moon of 2am had spread a kind of mildew over the mountain. Train whistle. A nuthatch’s nasal call.
Tagged fog, moon, nuthatch, train
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Dawn breeze. The whine of tires from...
Dawn breeze. The whine of tires from the highway over the ridge is punctuated by the heavy thwacks of falling walnuts.
Tagged black walnuts, I-99
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I finally realize what sage leaves...
I finally realize what sage leaves remind me of, rough with papillae, moist with dew: but for the gray-green color, they could be tongues.
Tagged sage
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