Friday March 22, 2019

Dave Bonta March 22, 2019

The banks of moss above the road shine bright after last night’s rain. Two chickadees sing their spring songs as snowflakes fill the air.

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A cat watches me from the depths of the mock orange tree. The birds are elsewhere, and silent, having begun singing around 4:00 a.m. …

A burst of activity at the top of one of the tall locusts: chickadees scold, a phoebe catches gnats, and other birds sit shining in the sun. …

A question mark butterfly on the railing next to my boots. A cuckoo's soft call sounds like an answer to the incessant caws of a crow. …

Six cabbage white butterflies dance in the heat. A halictid bee stumbles through the forest of hairs on the back of my arm. …

Gone for just two days, I come home to find half the lilac crushed by a fallen limb from the dead elm. A phoebe already uses it as a perch. …

The sun-struck meadow gives off a thin mist. From the front window, the tap of a female cardinal's bill against her rival in the glass. …

A hummingbird grooms itself in the middle of a downpour while a phoebe plucks insects from the side of the dead elm, hovering in place. …

Overcast and cold. A firefly floats past the porch with his abdomen pointing down, lamp at the ready for any unscheduled onset of darkness. …

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