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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.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged juncos, oaks, white-throated sparrow, wind
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On this date

    January 15, 2020

    Slow winter dawn: light leaking through the trees. A Carolina wren's molto vivace prompts his mate to respond in sforzando. …

    January 15, 2019

    Wandering tracks of sparrows and juncos in the snow below the porch. Beyond that, bare patches pawed open by hungry deer in the night. …

    January 15, 2018

    In the weak sun, the icicles on the eaves are dull as plastic. A fine fur of frost coating the tree branches reminds me of my housekeeping. …

    January 15, 2017

    A barred owl calls in the bright sun. Snow meltwater starts dripping onto the porch roof—a simple rhythm that grows increasingly complex. …

    January 15, 2015

    Cold and clear. My hat pulled down to block the sun, tree shadows on the snow help me gauge not only the time but the sky's depth of blue. …

    January 15, 2014

    A lighter band of clouds above the horizon. Half-way up the brown hillside, a flock of winter birds—flashes of white from their wings. …

    January 15, 2013

    With the snowpack in retreat, those seedheads I'd gotten so used to seeing have disappeared back into the underlying chaos of dead weeds. …

    January 15, 2012

    I bring no hat brim or sunglasses to my front-porch tete-a-tete with the sun, grateful on such a cold morning for any display of warmth. …

    January 15, 2011

    The snowpack glows in the soft, mid-morning light. A dog barks in the valley. The resonant knocks of a woodpecker opening a new door. …

    January 15, 2010

    Out earlier than usual, it takes me much too long to understand why the cloudy sky is darker than the snow. Black coffee, enlighten me! …

    January 15, 2009

    Leaf-sized shards of snow sail out of the woods. The black cat wallows up to her chest, pausing every few steps to shake one of her legs. …

    January 15, 2008

    Not all natural sounds are pleasant, not all industrial sounds are ugly: the train whistle sounds so much better than a scolding squirrel! …

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