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Overcast. The softly glowing reds and...

Overcast. The softly glowing reds and yellows, the hum of crickets, even the normally annoying call of a towhee all inspire nostalgia.

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Whither the thrush whose ethereal notes...

Whither the thrush whose ethereal notes woke me at dawn? A male towhee flies up to a sunlit branch and takes a shit, singing.

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An accelerated tapping on the roof&#...

An accelerated tapping on the roof—who ordered rain? One bird says Konkerlee, another, Drink your tea. Takes me a second to sort them out.

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The thin forsythia at the woods’...

The thin forsythia at the woods’ edge is in bloom at last. Two towhees battle over territory: rival renditions of the same six-note trill.

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The downpour eases, and the cattail...

The downpour eases, and the cattail leaves stop dancing. A burst of bird calls from within the dogwood thicket: waxwings, towhees.

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As the plane fades in the distance,...

As the plane fades in the distance, they return: a towhee, two lethargic vireos, a chipmunk’s water-drip-steady clucks, the garden cricket.

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Two male towhees trade tweets from...

Two male towhees trade tweets from opposite sides of the yard. At the top of the dead cherry tree, a goldfinch swivels back and forth.

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The female towhee chitters until the...

The female towhee chitters until the male flies in, mates, and flies off. Again. Once more. Then she craps and goes back to foraging.

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Light rain. A female towhee carries...

Light rain. A female towhee carries load after load of dead grass into a rosebush while a yearling male redstart sings and noshes in the treetops.

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Gone is the persistent “tweet...

Gone is the persistent “tweet?” of the breeding season: at first light, the towhee’s call falls like a declarative, flat and final.

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