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The deep, soulful croak of a raven...

Dave Bonta — Tue, 07 Feb 2012 15:01:14 +0000

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.

Dave Bonta — Sun, 25 Dec 2011 15:06:46 +0000

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.

Dave Bonta — Mon, 05 Dec 2011 18:58:24 +0000

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.

Dave Bonta — Mon, 24 Oct 2011 14:35:06 +0000

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.

Dave Bonta — Mon, 25 Jul 2011 15:40:01 +0000

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.

Dave Bonta — Mon, 14 Mar 2011 16:29:58 +0000

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.

Dave Bonta — Mon, 31 Jan 2011 14:37:38 +0000

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

Dave Bonta — Tue, 04 Jan 2011 13:01:01 +0000

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.

Dave Bonta — Mon, 27 Dec 2010 14:19:04 +0000

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

Dave Bonta — Sun, 14 Nov 2010 13:07:55 +0000

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.