A dusting of snow on every branch and twig. In the half-dark, kinglets bob in the top of a black birch—their high, thin calls.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
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Fog. High in a skeletal birch, the...
Fog. High in a skeletal birch, the silhouettes of ten goldfinches are almost the right size for leaves, moving in their own slow wind.
Also tagged fog, goldfinches
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Two pileated woodpeckers forage in...
Two pileated woodpeckers forage in the birches, scarlet crests glowing in the sun, the sky below them in the windshield of a parked truck.
Also tagged pileated woodpecker, trucks
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At the woods’ edge, the yellowest...
At the woods’ edge, the yellowest birch seethes with small birds—kinglets, I think. But by the time I fetch binoculars, the tree is still.
Also tagged golden-crowned kinglet
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Only when the begging cries of the...
Only when the begging cries of the crow fledglings finally cease do I notice the air’s clarity, golden light glistening on a black birch.
Also tagged crows
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Kinglets move through the birches....
Kinglets move through the birches. I think of their statelets: hidden expandable nests, clutch that weighs as much as the bird that laid it.
Also tagged ruby-crowned kinglet
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Before dawn, nothing but wind and trains...
Before dawn, nothing but wind and trains. In the crown of a birch, Venus burns so fiercely, even the fast-moving clouds can’t extinguish it.
Also tagged train, Venus, wind
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High winds stir the trees like surf...
High winds stir the trees like surf, a dead branch crashes every few minutes, but the small birds still forage, twittering in the birches.
Also tagged wind
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When the fog lifts, a flock of chickadees...
When the fog lifts, a flock of chickadees moves in, foraging in the mid-canopy, precipitating a shower of birch and locust leaves.
Also tagged black locust, chickadee
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The black locusts are beginning to...
The black locusts are beginning to yellow as the black birches beside them deepen to orange, alive with kinglets and glowing in the rain.
Also tagged black locust, golden-crowned kinglet
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