Sunday September 22, 2013

Dave Bonta September 22, 2013

The hornets stream in and out of their hole in the garden, departing to the south, returning from the east. A towhee calling in the dogwood.

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August 21, 2016
Rain. A squirrel crouches atop a maple burl, gray fur almost invisible against the gray bark, curled tail like a snake poised to strike.
August 21, 2015
Cool and clear, the grass bent low by dew. At 10:00, the neighbor's rooster begins to crow, and I look up to see a few unexpected clouds.
August 21, 2014
Sun shining through fog and the growing tents of fall webworms. A sharp-shinned hawk sits atop the dead elm, his head swiveling all around.
August 21, 2013
Quarry roar, how I have not missed you! But from the other direction, out of the mist, the yellow-billed cuckoo's soft call.
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.
August 21, 2011
A dark shield bug's luminous green underside imparts a faint glow to its patch of column. Its antennae tremble violently when I draw near.
August 21, 2010
A banded tussock moth caterpillar is curled up on my shoe—a ball of pale, fuzzy rays. Cue the sun through glasses that badly need cleaning.
August 21, 2009
Between showers, a shallow, orange V careens through the cherry's dead limbs. Mating craneflies? No, a large beetle with orange elytra.
August 21, 2008
For the second dawn in a row, it's 47°F. I watch two midges hover above the railing. A long blast of the paper-plant whistle: morning shift.

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