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Monday April 22, 2013

Dave Bonta April 22, 2013

The hammer-blows of a pileated woodpecker opening up an oak. Peonies are sprouting in the garden, an infant’s pink, half-open fists.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged peony, pileated woodpecker
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On this date

    January 17, 2020

    Clear and cold. As the sun climbs higher, the blue deepens. Yesterday's thin snow clings to the porch floorboards when I try to sweep. …

    January 17, 2019

    Gloomy, but the birds seem excited, perhaps sensing an approaching storm. A titmouse fleeing a fight lands on a maple limb red with fungus. …

    January 17, 2018

    Mid-morning and the trees are starting to shed their latest coat of snow. A pileated woodpecker, too, comes loose, and flaps off cackling. …

    January 17, 2017

    Fog heightens the intrigue of January's gray-squirrel soap opera: the slow-motion chases, the tree-top fights, the ruses to elude stalkers. …

    January 17, 2015

    A cold, gray morning. Up in the woods, a chickadee's two-note song prompts a cardinal to join in. The sun's hiding place begins to glow. …

    January 17, 2014

    The sun fades from blaze to smolder to smear. I notice a bent-down cherry limb that looks like a dancer—something I won't be able to un-see. …

    January 17, 2013

    A line of tracks from under the porch to the creek and back look like the prints a very small man walking on his hands would make: raccoon. …

    January 17, 2012

    Cold rain drips in the pre-dawn darkness. The wail of a locomotive sounds frighteningly close and full of an obscure, mechanical longing. …

    January 17, 2011

    A titmouse lands in the cherry, the streak in his breast the same rust as a tree sparrow's cap, a broomsedge stem, these icicles at sunrise. …

    January 17, 2010

    Fog. A distant chainsaw in one direction and in the other, rodent teeth. Amorous squirrels race back and forth over the white ground. …

    January 17, 2009

    Sparrow tracks in the thin snow under my chair: I see dandelion seeds on the wind. The house shivers all over when the furnace kicks on. …

    January 17, 2008

    Gray sky with streaks of blonde. A house finch turning its squeaky wheel goes all up and down the scale—a tangle of notes. …

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