Monday March 03, 2014

Dave Bonta March 3, 2014

Fresh from drinking out of the cold stream, a chickadee swipes its bill rapidly against a twig, then goes to join the others in the birches.

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The leaves on one branch of the big maple have turned yellow. The shrill cries of the resident crows driving an invader off the mountain. …

Bright sun and the clearest air in weeks. The familiar woods 50 feet away is a dark wall with here and there a loophole of intense green. …

A bee-fly's abdomen pulses, as if it were about to sting. I'm reminded of a black snake rattling its tail aggressively against dry leaves. …

Overcast and cool. A groundhog stops at the bend of the road, rears up like a prairie dog and freezes. Only its dark eyes continue to move. …

Sunny, hot and windy—an odd combination. The forest murmurs like surf on a hot day at the beach. An orange butterfly zooms past at 60 mph. …

Another cloudless, cool morning. Two large craneflies joined back-to-back like Dr. Doolittle's pushmi-pullyu float sedately past. …

54°F. A cranefly clings to my elbow, landing gear spread wide as its clear wings flutter in the breeze, flags for the kingdom of water. …

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