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Wednesday November 21, 2018

Dave Bonta November 21, 2018

A singing contest between white-throated sparrows. Newly fallen oak leaves skitter back and forth on the snow under the trees.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged oaks, snow, white-throated sparrow
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    The hammer-blows of a pileated woodpecker opening up an oak. Peonies are sprouting in the garden, an infant's pink, half-open fists. …

    April 22, 2012

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