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Monday October 29, 2018

Dave Bonta October 29, 2018

A few oaks are turning brown behind the birches’ washed-out yellow. High on a bare limb, a squirrel nest the exact shape of a porcupine.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged black birch, gray squirrel, oaks
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On this date

    January 27, 2019

    Trees at the woods' edge with their branches out to catch all the light they can—or in this case, snow. A pileated woodpecker's flaming cap. …

    January 27, 2018

    Saturday sounds from down-ridge: crows, a chainsaw snarling and muttering, a pack of dogs—or is it wild geese, somewhere above the clouds? …

    January 27, 2017

    A skim of snow. A jay monitored by three fierce chickadees gives that red-tailed hawk scream—the one that signifies an eagle in the movies. …

    January 27, 2015

    The barberry bush, still red with fruit, is heavy with a second crop of snow. From its depths, a white-throated sparrow's plaintive song. …

    January 27, 2014

    Wind-blown snow. I sit with my feet propped on the railing until my jeans turn white. A junco flies under them as if I weren't there. …

    January 27, 2013

    Blue shadows on the snow, and the sun so bright, sparkles gleam like lighthouse beacons even from within some of the thinner shadows. …

    January 27, 2012

    The white flame of a deer's tail bobs among the laurel. Another doe shakes her head, flinging rain water in all directions. …

    January 27, 2011

    A large white bird—albino crow? Lost seagull?—glimpsed through the snow, agglomerated flakes as big as small leaves, rocking and spinning. …

    January 27, 2010

    Windy and cold. Six-legged stars bloom on my jeans, standing out against the faded black where the ticks of autumn had been so camouflaged. …

    January 27, 2009

    The promised snowstorm has yet to arrive. The air is dead still, and an hour after daybreak, the ground remains lighter than the sky. …

    January 27, 2008

    Commotion among the pileated woodpeckers: cackling, drumming. One swoops past and lands on the side of a tree with a magician's flourish. …

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