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

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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Mid-morning sun: I’m almost baking...

Mid-morning sun: I’m almost baking until the wind blows, cool as midnight, the chitter of goldfinches interrupted by a raven’s cronk.

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The sound of Monday carries on the...

The sound of Monday carries on the wind over the ridge. Here, patches of blue, none of them yet coinciding with the sun. A raven croaks.

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Cold and clear at sunrise. Two ravens...

Cold and clear at sunrise. Two ravens following the ridge croak in unison, their wings almost touching. A squirrel descends the springhouse.

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While chickadees call, a raven croaks...

While chickadees call, a raven croaks, and snow glitters in the air, the sun steals above the horizon like a Hun, one blade at a time.

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A shimmer so fine it takes me five...

A shimmer so fine it takes me five minutes to ascertain that it is snow, not rain. Dove wings whistle and a raven croaks: no dry land here!

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The predicted icestorm has yet to start...

The predicted icestorm has yet to start. Long minutes pass between the distant noise of engines. A raven croaks. The stream’s slow trickle.

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Dull, overcast morning redeemed by...

Dull, overcast morning redeemed by the croak of a raven. Our neighbor picks her way along the icy road, immersed in the music from her iPod.

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Rain and fog with raven: silent, just...

Rain and fog with raven: silent, just above the treetops. White-throated sparrows and a freight train whistling at the same pitch.

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Gray morning with raven: that gutteral...

Gray morning with raven: that gutteral, wild cry so inadequately rendered in birders’ onomatopoeia as Bonk, bonk.

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