Tag Archives: juncos

A few flakes in the air. A gray squirrel...

By Dave Bonta | Published December 25, 2010 at 8:32 am

A few flakes in the air. A gray squirrel wanders through the lilac branches, scattering a pair of juncos. The squeaky calls of finches.

Also tagged , , 4 Comments

Geese go over in a mob, flying this...

By Dave Bonta | Published December 23, 2010 at 8:56 am

Geese go over in a mob, flying this way and that. A flock of juncos at the woods’ edge rises and falls to the rhythm of its own wind.

Also tagged 2 Comments

The cattails’ broken blades are...

By Dave Bonta | Published December 19, 2010 at 8:59 am

The cattails’ broken blades are white with rime. Two juncos flutter up under the springhouse eaves, investigating the empty phoebe nest.

Also tagged , 5 Comments

I pause at the door, coffee in hand...

By Dave Bonta | Published December 16, 2010 at 9:13 am

I pause at the door, coffee in hand: six juncos decorate the dead cherry, fat, motionless. A pileated woodpecker cackles at the wood’s edge.

Also tagged , Comments Off

Freezing rain and fog. Snowbirds crowd...

By Dave Bonta | Published December 12, 2010 at 8:43 am

Freezing rain and fog. Snowbirds crowd the melted tire tracks in the gravel driveway, filling their gizzards wth grit while they can.

Also tagged , Comments Off

Sun! And clouds thinning to snow-gauze...

By Dave Bonta | Published December 8, 2010 at 9:38 am

Sun! And clouds thinning to snow-gauze on their leeward sides. A junco tries to fly into the wind, turns sidewise, lands with a chirp.

Also tagged Comments Off

By midmorning, all the white crosses...

By Dave Bonta | Published November 13, 2010 at 9:02 am

By midmorning, all the white crosses left by jets have disappeared into another cloudless sky. A soft bang as a junco side-swipes a window.

Also tagged Comments Off

Cloudless at sunrise except for my...

By Dave Bonta | Published August 28, 2010 at 7:29 am

Cloudless at sunrise except for my puffs of breath. A junco with bright new plumage flies out of the woods and veers past my face, chirping.

1 Comment

Sweating in the 50-degree heat, my...

By Dave Bonta | Published March 11, 2010 at 10:49 am

Sweating in the 50-degree heat, my head swims with a literal spring fever. I envy the juncos hopping on a patch of snow, their quiet notes.

Comments Off

Fine as powdered sugar, this snow....

By Dave Bonta | Published December 19, 2009 at 9:46 am

Fine as powdered sugar, this snow. Juncos wallow in it. A Carolina wren lands on a snowy branch, ruffles its feathers, and does not sing.

Also tagged 1 Comment