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Thursday January 28, 2021

Dave Bonta January 28, 2021

Bitter cold. Clouds hide the sunrise, but the crows still herald it. The squirrels appear to be staying in their nests.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged clouds, cold, crows, gray squirrel, sunrise
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    February 28, 2020

    A fresh dusting of snow slowly vanishes—but if the sun has a tongue, the breeze has a bite. The methodical taptaptap of a downy woodpecker. …

    February 28, 2019

    Cold air, bright sun. A song sparrow in the barberry bush sings continuously for nearly a minute—manic in a way I've never heard before. …

    February 28, 2018

    Bright sun on bare trees, whose discarded leaves still glow. Squirrels scold on and on. Finally a hawk-shaped shadow detaches from an oak. …

    February 28, 2017

    Sun gleams on the rain-damp leaf duff. In the blue sky, a grackle cackles. Blue jays jeer. The lilac limbs are beginning to blush green. …

    February 28, 2014

    Two crows chasing a third from their territory stop in the woods above the house, the sun glistening on their glossy backs and wings. …

    February 28, 2013

    Early morning sounds like spring, with cardinals, titmice and song sparrows tuning up. A rabbit stands on its hind legs to reach lilac buds. …

    February 28, 2012

    The Morning Porch is on hiatus until March 6. Feel free to leave your own front-porch observations in the comments. …

    February 28, 2011

    After all-night rain, snow cover persists in the woods, but it must be thin. The trees loom and fade as the fog shifts. The stream roars. …

    February 28, 2010

    A cacophony of crows, doves, cardinal, titmouse, nuthatch, woodpecker, squirrel, locomotive, all amid the silent carpet-bombing of the snow. …

    February 28, 2009

    The local geese seem restless, flying from valley to valley as if trying to remember how to migrate. Four juncos in the road gathering grit. …

    February 28, 2008

    Keening moans from the hole in the big walnut tree. Then snarls: a squirrel rockets out, falls to a lower limb. The moans grow louder. …

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