March 3, 2009 Dave Bonta March 3, 2009 Cold air, bright sun. Snow-motes drift down from a cloudless sky. A mourning dove’s song. Dad calls to tell me Mom’s having dizzy spells.
March 2, 2009 Dave Bonta March 2, 2009 A groundhog emerges from the culvert and rears up to survey a route to the next female’s burrow. His head swivels, following a noisy crow.
March 1, 2009 Dave Bonta March 1, 2009 Just two, isolated caks in half an hour, but I’m almost certain it’s a Cooper’s hawk turning over his rusty courtship motor. Happy March!
