A wren sits grooming itself in the sun on the peak of the springhouse roof, fluffing out its breast feathers, probing under its wings.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Tag Archives: springhouse
First snow of the new year: thin as...
First snow of the new year: thin as the flaking whitewash on the old springhouse. Two hikers and a dog each wear vests of safety orange.
Clear and still. In the corner of what...
Clear and still. In the corner of what used to a lawn across from the springhouse, the limbs of a fallen tree shine white with frost.
Also tagged frost
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A Carolina wren breaks the silence,...
A Carolina wren breaks the silence, bobbing up and down on the peak of the springhouse roof: one side frosty, the other steaming in the sun.
Also tagged Carolina wren, frost
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Rain and fog. A pileated woodpecker...
Rain and fog. A pileated woodpecker performs invasive surgery on a locust tree next to the springhouse, removing a malignant colony of ants.
Also tagged black locust, fog, pileated woodpecker, rain
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Clear and bracing, like a shot of vodka...
Clear and bracing, like a shot of vodka. The thirteen cattail heads beside the springhouse sway gently in the dawn light.
Also tagged cattails, dawn
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Cold and quiet. Two phoebes are refurbishing...
Cold and quiet. Two phoebes are refurbishing the nest under the springhouse eaves, going to the stream and returning with beaks full of mud.
Also tagged phoebe, stream
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An incessant scolding from the springhouse...
An incessant scolding from the springhouse: a Carolina wren perches in the tiny, prison-like window, crossed by a single bar of sunlight.
Also tagged Carolina wren
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The corpse of a moth flaps upside-down...
The corpse of a moth flaps upside-down against the column. Beyond the springhouse, a broken branch dangles—the leaves’ pale undersides.
Also tagged black locust, moths
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In the springhouse marsh, 13 cattail...
In the springhouse marsh, 13 cattail spikes are turning brown. When I go over for a closer look, a deer pops her head up, swivels her ears.
