Right after a mourning dove’s song, a screech owl trills at the very same pitch. The sun floats free of the horizon and into the bluest sky.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
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Cold air, bright sun. Snow-motes drift...
Cold air, bright sun. Snow-motes drift down from a cloudless sky. A mourning dove’s song. Dad calls to tell me Mom’s having dizzy spells.
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A dozen doves take flight all at once...
A dozen doves take flight all at once—a confusion of flutes. From the almost-finished house a quarter mile away, the scream of a power saw.
Also tagged neighbors
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Why do I get up? For two trains blowing...
Why do I get up? For two trains blowing at once, one high, one low. For the full moon sinking through icy branches. For mourning dove wings.
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Somewhere in the fog, a red-winged...
Somewhere in the fog, a red-winged blackbird, a pair of mourning doves, a robin, a flock of finches. Half an hour later, nothing but rain.
Also tagged fog, red-winged blackbird, robin
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Easter Sunday dawns clear and cold....
Easter Sunday dawns clear and cold. The yard is stippled with fresh tracks. Quiet except for a mourning dove and a red-bellied woodpecker.
Also tagged red-bellied woodpecker
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Rose-tinged feathers puffed out against...
Rose-tinged feathers puffed out against the fresh snow, the mourning doves look delicious! Their wingbeats are a marriage of fife and drum.
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