Saturday February 03, 2018

Dave Bonta February 3, 2018

Silence broken only by the wind for many minutes, until the fire alarm goes off in town: once, twice, three times rising from moan to wail.

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April 19, 2017
‪Something sets off the neighbor's rooster, and a few moments later a raven flies past the porch, croaking like a duck with laryngitis.‬
April 19, 2016
A paper wasp slowly inspects the porch railings, long legs dangling. Just inside the woods' edge, one pale bone of a log gleams in the sun.
April 19, 2015
Two chickadees inspect the old cherry stump for potential nest holes, tapping, exploring its hollow core. Up on the ridge, a turkey gobbles.
April 19, 2014
A red-tailed hawk spirals high on a thermal over the powerline. When I stand up, a raven takes off behind the house—the noise of its wings.
April 19, 2013
The soft colors of trees just coming into blossom: birch, elm, shadbush. The bright yellow on yellow of a bumblebee visiting the daffodils.
April 19, 2012
The green blush deepens on the hillside; shining motes of pollen speckle my laptop screen. A crow flaps up from the black currant bushes.
April 19, 2011
An accelerated tapping on the roof—who ordered rain? One bird says Konkerlee, another, Drink your tea. Takes me a second to sort them out.
April 19, 2010
What makes the spring peepers start calling in the middle of a morning, with sun so strong I can see the faint pollen filming the floor?
April 19, 2009
Gray sky. Distant drumming of a grouse—so faint, it could be the mountain's own heartbeat. A rabbit in the lilac scratches behind its ear.
April 19, 2008
Over the dawn fusillade of woodpeckers, I hear the distant gobbles of a turkey. Five deer graze below the house. The doves make moan.

The Morning Porch

The view from my front porch every morning in 140 or fewer characters

Saturday February 03, 2018