Saturday April 18, 2015

Dave Bonta April 18, 2015

Flies and butterflies, gnats and gnatcatchers, blue-headed vireo, paper wasp. The towhee in the lilac bush starts his song with a stutter.

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Sun through thin cloud. A crow chases a raven through the treetops, dive-bombing it again and again. The raven's furious croaks. …

Low clouds of variable darkness. A turkey vulture flaps its wings, struggling to get aloft. The weather app says it will rain in 37 minutes. …

Bright sun, icy breeze. Between creaks of a tree, a turkey's gobble: like the engine turning over in a clown car. Daffodils bob and sway. …

‪The rhyming couplets of a brown thrasher. A blue-headed vireo's dreamy soliloquy. When the sun comes out, raindrops glisten on every twig.‬ …

A gnatcatcher crosses the yard. Its flight as erratic as a butterfly's is punctuated by the briefest of pauses to ingest its eponymous prey. …

A dull-gray morning full of the rattling of woodpeckers. A bluebird lands on a branch in the yard like an emissary from the weekend. …

A Chinook helicopter flies low over the trees, with its twin rotors like a pair of malignant insects mating in flight, gravid with soldiers. …

A few degrees above freezing. The sun's still shining when the snow begins to fall, small flakes sifting down through the flowering trees. …

A half-grown rabbit emerges from the rosebush and pauses in the middle of the blue driveway to shake its head and scratch behind its ears. …

Where the moon had glowed through ground fog at 4:00, now the sun glimmers. Four ruby-crowned kinglets flutter in and out of the lilac. …

Sun filtered by thin cirrostratus clouds. The hawk's shadow is soft as a squirrel's tail, but it still sets off all the alarms. …

Hard rain with a bit of wind. But dreariness is impossible with so many variations on yellow: spicebush, forsythia, daffodils, pussy willow. …

Now that I know there are bears about, every snapping twig gets my attention. The cherry tree's pink with swollen buds. A rumble of thunder. …

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