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Sunday April 17, 2016

Dave Bonta April 17, 2016

The raspy call of a red-winged blackbird, rare visitor to the mountain. A lone Canada goose goes over, honking steadily. The sun comes up.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged Canada geese, red-winged blackbird, sunrise
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    January 18, 2019

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    January 18, 2017

    Two ravens hang high against the clouds without flapping a wing. Two more appear and attack, croaking, and all four soar off to the north. …

    January 18, 2015

    Loud traffic sound from the west. A downy woodpecker keeps interrupting his tapping to take short, zigzagging flights among the trees. …

    January 18, 2014

    Last night, I gave the dog back to her family. In the morning, two inches of wind-blown snow, and the yard unmarred by a single track. …

    January 18, 2013

    It's very cold; the tall locust at the woods' edge creaks with ice. A woodpecker taps on the topmost limb, silhouetted against pink clouds. …

    January 18, 2012

    Trees rock and sway, infiltrated by snowflakes flying this way and that. From deep in the lilac, the wandering warble of a tree sparrow. …

    January 18, 2011

    Fine snow blurs the edges of the porch. The feral cat has walked in her own footsteps through the garden, a clear print in each old crater. …

    January 18, 2010

    The overcast sky looks the same, but the light turns from glow to dull in just 15 minutes. I watch a brown creeper but hear only nuthatches. …

    January 18, 2009

    A titmouse lands on a snowy branch and puffs out the white down on its breast. From above the spring, a chickadee's two-note song: hey ho. …

    January 18, 2008

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