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Monday November 19, 2018

Dave Bonta November 19, 2018

In my left ear, the sound of traffic going through the gap. In my right, white-throated sparrow, nuthatch, raven, jay. It looks like rain.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged blue jay, nuthatch, raven, white-throated sparrow
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    December 16, 2018

    It rained so hard last night, I dreamed the mountain had turned into a lake. Now it's merely drizzling. Small birds forage in the treetops. …

    December 16, 2017

    The yard is crisscrossed by fresh tracks of animals. A chickadee lands in a fretwork spandrel and peers intently at the old hornets' nest. …

    December 16, 2014

    A bedraggled squirrel climbs the rain-slick elm snag and takes shelter in the old flicker hole, turning to peer out at the downpour. …

    December 16, 2013

    With deep snow, the ground is so much smoother, and the sun can stretch across it now without getting lost in a thousand holes and hollows. …

    December 16, 2012

    It keeps raining and stopping, as if on a movie set. Eight rapid pops: someone firing a semi-automatic. The stream gurgles under the yard. …

    December 16, 2011

    A small mound of dirt has appeared in front of the porch. The sky's a mottled gray, and I try to guess which bright spot hides the sun. …

    December 16, 2010

    I pause at the door, coffee in hand: six juncos decorate the dead cherry, fat, motionless. A pileated woodpecker cackles at the wood's edge. …

    December 16, 2009

    The temperature has dropped again. A clearing sky, and the woods are flooded with light from the newly reflective surface of the snowpack. …

    December 16, 2008

    When I first come out, the yard is a giant gyre of birds. They soon segregate themselves: sparrows to the meadow, finches into the birches. …

    December 16, 2007

    A lull in the storm, and it's quiet—no sound of trucks or trains, no Sunday drivers. Squirrel scold-calls echo off the ice. …

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