The Morning Porch

December 5, 2007 by Dave Bonta

Two nuthatches trade insults from adjacent trees, yelling through their noses like warring doormen in their blue-gray livery.

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Cold and still. Dove wings accompany a train whistle. A red sunrise creeps down the western ridge.
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A vast Sunday-morning silence broken only by mourning dove wings, the soft taps of a downy woodpecker, and the grumbling of my stomach.
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Patchy gray sky. A red-breasted nuthatch alights on a tulip tree limb stripped bare by a porcupine, a few bast fibers flapping in the wind.