Overcast. The softly glowing reds and yellows, the hum of crickets, even the normally annoying call of a towhee all inspire nostalgia.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
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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.
Also tagged wood thrush
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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.
Also tagged rain, red-winged blackbird
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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.
Also tagged forsythia
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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.
Also tagged cattails, cedar waxwing, rain
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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.
Also tagged chipmunks, crickets, garden, plane, red-eyed vireo
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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.
Also tagged cherry tree, goldfinches
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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.
Also tagged redstart
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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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