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Tuesday August 21, 2012

Dave Bonta August 21, 2012

Tent caterpillar webs billow, white as sails—still full of the dawn fog. Two nuthatches kvetch back and forth at the woods’ edge.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged fog, tent caterpillars, white-breasted nuthatch
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    February 22, 2018

    Steady downpour; almost as much water in the road as in the creek. Scattered, flattened stalks in the rain-dark yard are white with mold. …

    February 22, 2017

    ‪Warm and still. Out of the corner of my eye, a pileated woodpecker slipping behind a tree. Distant howl of a train car's misaligned wheels.‬ …

    February 22, 2015

    Open water in the ditch. Juncos fly down to drink then up to perch in the snow-laden branches of a dogwood, shaking themselves like dogs. …

    February 22, 2014

    Snow-melt dripping off the roof forms a glistening bead curtain, blown sideways by the breeze, rattling on the tin roof over the oil tanks. …

    February 22, 2013

    A rattle of sleet gives way to the hush of snow, then the tapping of freezing rain, then back to snow. A squirrel never stops its scolding. …

    February 22, 2012

    Dawn. Three deer become two, become three again. The sound of squirrel teeth on black walnut shell—that harsh madman's whisper. …

    February 22, 2011

    Six inches of fresh powder. A pair of squirrels wrestle in it, then go up the big maple, couple on the trunk, and retreat to separate limbs. …

    February 22, 2010

    That metronome-like sound—could it possibly be a chipmunk? I cup hands to my ears: no, it's just slow meltwater. But the clock is ticking. …

    February 22, 2009

    White sky. The soft calls of a pair of downy woodpeckers on adjacent trees. Four chickadees on a high-speed chase tear through the lilac. …

    February 22, 2008

    Siren, train whistle, a red-bellied woodpecker ululating in the yard. It's snowing. Squirrel tracks cross the porch in front of my chair. …

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Cover of Ice Mountain with a linocut of a big ridgetop tree.
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