Cold and overcast. Up above the blossoming hawthorn, three crows walk back and forth on the forest floor as if searching for a lost trinket.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Tag Archives: crows
The green blush deepens on the hillside...
The green blush deepens on the hillside; shining motes of pollen speckle my laptop screen. A crow flaps up from the black currant bushes.
Also tagged black currants, pollen
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An old strand of caterpillar silk at...
An old strand of caterpillar silk at the wood’s edge shimmers in the sun. A crow keeps saying something urgent in four syllables.
Also tagged caterpillars
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The sun glints off periwinkle leaves...
The sun glints off periwinkle leaves in the yard where snow has just melted. All sounds come from a great distance: crow, woodpecker, train.
Also tagged myrtle, pileated woodpecker, snow, train
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This morning it’s the titmouse...
This morning it’s the titmouse’s turn to sing his spring song—an ode to tedium. I’m grateful when it’s drowned out by a mob of crows.
Also tagged tufted titmouse
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The deep, soulful croak of a raven...
The deep, soulful croak of a raven high above the ridge, side by side with its mate, heading east. Far behind them, a rabble of crows.
Five degrees above freezing; a steady...
Five degrees above freezing; a steady tap of meltwater on the porch roof. Crows. A blue, eye-shaped hole in the clouds eases shut.
Cool and damp. The low-hanging clouds...
Cool and damp. The low-hanging clouds catch on the treetops. Crows signal their locations with almost every wingbeat.
Crows and ravens squabble over deer...
Crows and ravens squabble over deer gut-piles in the woods. Dirt flies at the woods’ edge as a groundhog enlarges the entrance to its den.
Every branch and twig is white with...
Every branch and twig is white with rime, and overhead, a latticework of contrails. Three crows skim the treetops on their way to a mobbing.
Also tagged contrails, hoarfrost
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