Sunrise. A bluebird sings from…

March 4, 2010 by Dave Bonta

Sunrise. A bluebird sings from the electric line, and suddenly it feels 25 degrees warmer. A ragged V of geese, too low to be migrants.

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One last glimpse of the crescent moon before it’s swallowed by clouds. The typewriter sound of squirrel claws on bark, chasing. It’s cold.
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Fifteen minutes after sunrise, the cloud-lid lifts, and a bright seam appears above the horizon. A white-throated sparrow sings two notes and stops.
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The mockingbird in a bush beside the stream chases off other birds coming in to drink. A squirrel with only half a tail plods over…
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