Wednesday November 29, 2017

Dave Bonta November 29, 2017

The hiss of the wind. Oak leaves scud above the treetops in one direction while juncos and sparrows move through the weeds in the other.

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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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