Breezy and cool. Small white moths—or are they flower petals?—flutter against the grey sky. A field sparrow’s ascending notes.
Tag Archives: field sparrow
The mourning dove still calls at 9:...
The mourning dove still calls at 9:30. A field sparrow’s accelerating notes: Hurry up! Hurry up! Daylight savoring time—when is that?
The French lilac, backlit by the sun...
The French lilac, backlit by the sun, shimmers like a bright green sail against the still-open woods. A field sparrow’s rising trill.
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This will be the last new update until May 17th; I’m off to the U.K. to give a poetry reading and visit friends.
Scattered bird calls—cardinal...
Scattered bird calls—cardinal, vireo, field sparrow—all sound perfunctory except for the goldfinches, who are in thistle heaven at last.
Drum of rain on the roof and the birds...
Drum of rain on the roof and the birds sound distant—robin, field sparrow, cowbird—the world greener than it’s been in seven months.
At 8:02 a patter of rain too brief...
At 8:02 a patter of rain too brief to even darken the sidewalk. Nuthatch, field sparrow. A crow bleats like a lamb with a hand on its neck.
A cloudless morning, and cold, but...
A cloudless morning, and cold, but the field sparrow who just returned yesterday is trying to get something started with his rush of notes.
Crows mobbing an owl, the sun breaking...
Crows mobbing an owl, the sun breaking through clouds, a field sparrow’s cup filling to the brim… April is still an unknown country to me.
Another gray morning. From behind the...
Another gray morning. From behind the house, a field sparrow’s ascending note, like a translation of ruffed grouse drumming into song.
