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Cloudless at sunrise, and the yard...

By Dave Bonta | Published December 25, 2011 at 10:06 am

Cloudless at sunrise, and the yard a-glitter with frost. It’s dead silent, save for the stream’s gurgle and a raven croaking high overhead.

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Crows and ravens squabble over deer...

By Dave Bonta | Published December 5, 2011 at 1:58 pm

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.

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The woods are more open by the day....

By Dave Bonta | Published October 24, 2011 at 10:35 am

The woods are more open by the day. Three croaks from overhead: raven. The electric company’s line crew arrives, red flags on their truck.

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Overcast and cool, with the smell of...

By Dave Bonta | Published July 25, 2011 at 11:40 am

Overcast and cool, with the smell of rain. Instead of the crows that woke me at dawn, now ravens are exchanging croaks, one high, one low.

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Scattered snowflakes wander back and...

By Dave Bonta | Published March 14, 2011 at 12:29 pm

Scattered snowflakes wander back and forth like lost souls. I watch one explode against a branch of the dead cherry. The croak of a raven.

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Thickening contrails stripe the sky...

By Dave Bonta | Published January 31, 2011 at 9:37 am

Thickening contrails stripe the sky. Two ravens fly side-by-side over the house, trading hoarse commentary. The blur of hoarfrost.

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It’s still mostly dark when the...

By Dave Bonta | Published January 4, 2011 at 8:01 am

It’s still mostly dark when the first faint pink spot appears in the clouds: day advancing like a disease, slow and red. A raven croaks.

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Between gusts of wind, the burble of...

By Dave Bonta | Published December 27, 2010 at 9:19 am

Between gusts of wind, the burble of a Carolina wren. Two ravens veer low over the trees, croaking, pursued by a pair of crows.

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At 7:30 a raven flaps over, cronking...

By Dave Bonta | Published November 14, 2010 at 8:07 am

At 7:30 a raven flaps over, cronking. Ten minutes later, a maelstrom of crows and ravens in the woods beside the powerline: fresh gut pile.

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Overcast and cool. I pull a few clumps...

By Dave Bonta | Published August 2, 2010 at 9:36 am

Overcast and cool. I pull a few clumps of stiltgrass and my hand starts to itch—chiggers? The high, strangled calls of a raven.

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