Dawn: the soft wickering of a wood thrush. Three hours later: chipmunks’ incessant hammers. A tiny blue wasp explores the sunlit railing.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
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Dawn. A migrant wood thrush flits from...
Dawn. A migrant wood thrush flits from branch to branch along the edge of the woods. In the yard, a grown fawn nuzzles its mother’s neck.
Also tagged dawn, deer
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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 towhee
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Wood thrush and cardinal song. A male...
Wood thrush and cardinal song. A male hummingbird chases a silver-spotted skipper off the beebalm, then retreats to a dead branch to preen.
Also tagged beebalm, cardinal, hummingbird, skippers
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Wood thrush, cerulean warbler, red-...
Wood thrush, cerulean warbler, red-eyed vireo, Baltimore oriole—song by song I tick them off as yellow petals fall from the tulip tree.
Also tagged Baltimore oriole, cerulean warbler, red-eyed vireo, tulip tree
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Each glaucous leaf of the bleeding-...
Each glaucous leaf of the bleeding-heart has rolled its rain into one fat bead. I’m wondering: where have all the wood thrushes gone?
Also tagged bleeding-heart, rain
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Ground fog forms at dawn in the bottom...
Ground fog forms at dawn in the bottom corner of the meadow and quickly dissipates. The screech owl’s quaver gives way to soft thrush calls.
Also tagged fog, screech owl
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The ornamental cherry’s last...
The ornamental cherry’s last leaves are dying. A silent wood thrush watches a tanager so scarlet it throbs in the light-drenched crown.
Also tagged cherry tree, scarlet tanager
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A catbird mimics the wood thrush, call...
A catbird mimics the wood thrush, call-and-response style, getting the phrasing right but little else. Venus fades into the dawn sky.
Just inside the woods, the soft clucks...
Just inside the woods, the soft clucks of a hen turkey trailed by a single chick. A thrush song sounds like a threnody—slow, sad notes.
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