Monday July 13, 2009

Dave Bonta July 13, 2009

The doe with twins pauses to graze a multiflora rose. The lead fawn follows suit, and I want to cheer. Invasive-eating culture transmitted!

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November 17, 2017
Cold and quiet. An argument between nuthatches is picked up and amplified by a pileated woodpecker. The old dog farts in a patch of sun. …
November 17, 2016
The neighbor's leaf blower, that insect whine. I worry about the oaks that still have leaves—snow is coming, the kind that breaks limbs. …
November 17, 2015
Bright and breezy. A small black wasp lands on the porch floor, its antennae held together except at the tips, like a forked tongue. …
November 17, 2014
Over the drumming of rain on the roof, a white-throated sparrow's quavering song. The fog settles in, gray and inescapable as secret police. …
November 17, 2013
Rain and fog. Two bucks stand among the trees, antlers dripping as they lower their heads for a better look at the doe lying in the weeds. …
November 17, 2012
Cold and clear. The hissing of a nearby air compressor blots out all birdsong. It sounds like nothing so much as really loud silence. …
November 17, 2011
Indian Summer is over; it's cold again. A squirrel bending over to groom its genitals tumbles off the branch and lands on the next one down. …
November 17, 2010
High winds stir the trees like surf, a dead branch crashes every few minutes, but the small birds still forage, twittering in the birches. …
November 17, 2009
A doe flees the urgent attentions of the resident 6-point, his burp-like grunts. Overhead, the loud cry of a crow chasing a hawk by itself. …
November 17, 2008
Fresh snow, but not enough to turn the hillside white. Like an old man with bushy brows, the earth peeks out from under every arched leaf. …
November 17, 2007
An hour before dawn, I sit motionless, watching Venus climb slowly through the leaves of an oak, dazzling first my right eye, then my left. …

The Morning Porch/Patio

The view from my front porch (in Pennsylvania) or back patio (in London) every morning, in 140 or fewer characters

Monday July 13, 2009