Saturday June 06, 2015

Dave Bonta June 6, 2015

A flash of blue as one indigo bunting chases another out of the yard. From within the rock wall, a chipmunk’s hollow tock.

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Seven snails are spending the day disguised as burls on the mock orange. A feral cat sneaks in atop the wall, but the terrier is on patrol. …

Overcast. A towhee keeps singing the first two notes of his three-note song. Propped on the railing, my feet appear to anchor a spiderweb. …

Fragments of vireo and goldfinch song mingle with the rain's thunderous applause. A few filmy-winged insects still somehow manage to fly. …

Next to the old dog statue, the sun catches one of the last dame's-rocket blossoms—a faded purple footnote to a once extensive text. …

Fog in the treetops, lit up by the sun. Wingbeats of a large bird. The distant chirping of quarry trucks in reverse, one high, one low. …

A halictid bee pivots in the black-eyed susan, a metallic green mote. At the end of one petal, a deerfly dries those anti-petals, its wings. …

The red climbing rose is just coming into bloom, but it's the garlic tops I'm admiring, those coiled green snakes with the heads of birds. …

Another reason not to mow the lawn: a male common yellowthroat feeds a querulous fledgling in the tall grass directly in front of the porch. …

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