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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!

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged gray squirrel, multiflora rose
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    With crows about, a raven skulks through the pines, talking with its mate in sotto voce rattles. They fly over the porch with labored wingbeats. …

    February 1, 2021

    Half-way through a slow snowstorm. The birds seem restless. First a titmouse, then a nuthatch land on the edge of the porch to tell me off. …

    February 1, 2019

    Snow fine as fingerprint powder; it's almost zero. Two cardinals and a jay in the crabapple tree wait their turn to drink from the spring. …

    February 1, 2018

    A few degrees above freezing; the ground's thin coat of snow already looks mangy. I spot a tiny fly walking purposefully across the porch. …

    February 1, 2017

    A patch of dirt laid bare by the snow plow is aswirl with birds of all kinds. Even a robin appears, as if to assess the likelihood of worms. …

    February 1, 2015

    A sharp-shinned hawk careens out of the woods, dives for a junco, misses. It lands on a locust limb and ruffles its feathers. …

    February 1, 2014

    A red-bellied woodpecker yammers from tree to tree, all around the yard. A builder drives by with nothing in the bed of his truck. …

    February 1, 2013

    A squirrel walks slowly through the woods, searching its memory, then stops, digs through the fresh snow and comes up with a nut. …

    February 1, 2012

    Dark clouds part in the west, flooding the yard at sunrise with sunset light. A log furred with white fungi glows in the snow-free woods. …

    February 1, 2011

    The sleet whose ticking woke me at 6:00 has stopped. Five degrees below freezing. I stick out my arm and hear raindrops hitting my sleeve. …

    February 1, 2010

    Wind and water, scattered chirps of winter finches, the sound of two freight trains going through the gap: exactly the music I needed. …

    February 1, 2009

    Clear at sunrise. The squeaks of courting squirrels are almost indistinguishable from the squeaks of the trees, rocking in the warm wind. …

    February 1, 2008

    It's sleeting: a harsh whisper, nothing but occlusives. After ten minutes of no other sound, a crow calls. Scattered chirps from the feeder. …

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