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Thursday November 17, 2016

Dave Bonta November 17, 2016

The neighbor’s leaf blower, that insect whine. I worry about the oaks that still have leaves—snow is coming, the kind that breaks limbs.

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On this date

  • April 25, 2017
    The old cherry stump beside the porch has once again attracted a pair of nest-minded chickadees. They pop in and out of its many holes.
  • April 25, 2016
    High clouds spread and thicken—slow yeast in a blue bowl. A hornet hovers behind my head, buzzing like an alarm clock I can't turn off.
  • April 25, 2015
    A ruffed grouse drums and a field sparrow sings with almost the same accelerating rhythm. The hollow gurgle of the stream under the yard.
  • April 25, 2014
    Two male flickers fighting over the dead elm and its den-hole joust in the garden, jabbing and feinting with their long bills.
  • April 25, 2013
    A series of high-pitched howls from down in the hollow: coyotes or children? It's hard to tell. I watch a silent, nearly motionless crow.
  • April 25, 2012
    Sun strikes the top of the tulip tree—half-grown leaves vibrating in the wind. In the road, the severed hindquarters of a rabbit.
  • April 25, 2011
    A white haze on the bank above the road: the shadbush is finally beginning to blossom. A brown thrasher in the yard says everything twice.
  • April 25, 2010
    Sometime past 7:30, the birds fall silent for half a minute and there's only fog, a slow drip from leaves no larger than squirrels' ears.
  • April 25, 2009
    Kitchen: wolf spider. Bathroom: silverfish. Dining room: millipede. And right above me on the porch, a gnatcatcher lands and sings.
  • April 25, 2008
    Black cherries leaf out before flowering, but this morning I notice three white spots in the one across the road: budding caterpillar tents.

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