The Morning Porch » robin

Sunday March 31, 2013

Dave Bonta — Sun, 31 Mar 2013 13:35:37 +0000

Where yesterday the hillside was mostly white, now it’s mostly brown, and the dawn chorus is twice as loud with the addition of one robin.

Dave Bonta — Thu, 28 Mar 2013 13:36:34 +0000

In the mud bowl of the old robin’s nest that the wind blew out of the cedar tree, a fresh dusting of snow. The cardinal’s monotonous chant.

Dave Bonta — Sun, 21 Oct 2012 15:15:19 +0000

Cumulus clouds at two different heights: the lower ones move twice as fast. Lower still, a scattered flock of robins going the opposite way.

Dave Bonta — Tue, 29 May 2012 15:04:54 +0000

It’s not too hot to fight: a robin drives a chipmunk from the lilac. A minute later, a flicker drives a downy woodpecker off its den tree.

Dave Bonta — Mon, 14 May 2012 14:35:27 +0000

The female robin leaves her nest in the cedar and lands at the edge of the driveway, gives herself a thorough shake and takes a shit.

Dave Bonta — Sat, 31 Mar 2012 13:09:13 +0000

Thin fog. A yearling fawn play-mounts his mother, and is mounted in turn by his twin. A robin tut-tut-tuts from the driveway.

Dave Bonta — Fri, 01 Jul 2011 13:10:55 +0000

A convocation of robins in the tulip tree at the edge of the woods, like pot-bellied businessmen with their self-important tut-tut-tuts.

Dave Bonta — Sat, 04 Jun 2011 12:48:54 +0000

The robin hops down the road at his usual speed despite the cold. Five minutes later he flies out of the woods with a bright green morsel.

Dave Bonta — Tue, 31 May 2011 12:56:48 +0000

Another warm morning. I realize I like the dead cherry because it reminds me of winter. A young robin lands on a branch with its beak open.

Dave Bonta — Sat, 09 Apr 2011 13:40:35 +0000

A squirrel descends an oak at high speed while rolicking robin music plays in the background. Closeup on the maple buds round as stoplights.