Friday March 19, 2021

A ray of sun strikes the lilac, setting its yellow buds aglow. The sound of water gurgling under my yard. The back-and-forth of nuthatches.

On this date

Cool morning. The melancholy sweetness of a wood thrush song. At the woods’ edge, the small black cherry has gone to bloom. …

A hawthorn blooming at the woods' edge glows each time the sun comes out. A scarlet tanager calls just beyond: that plucked banjo string. …

Breezy and cool. The yard rings with oriole song. A Cooper's hawk skims the treetops, wings lit up by the rising sun. …

Few bird calls are audible above the hush of rain falling on new leaves. White lilac and bridal wreath flower heads droop, turning brown. …

Momentary things: A chipmunk pressing the rain from its fur. The swaying of a branch from which a grackle has just taken flight. …

The chickadees take turns carrying insects into their hole, bold, ignoring my presence a few feet away. From the hidden chicks, nary a peep. …

A pileated woodpecker lands on the dead elm right beside the flicker den hole and knocks twice. A flicker pokes her head out. He flies off. …

A breeze stirs the tulip tree from top to bottom, its four-fingered mitts rocking, cautious as the queen of England's white-gloved wave. …

The clouds finally thin out at mid-morning. An orange skipper passes over the thin-bladed grass to settle on the sunny half of a dock leaf. …

A female indigo bunting drops into the cherry tree to snack on tiny tent caterpillars, reaching daintily into their vase-shaped nest. …

Sun! I hear the crow that thinks it's a duck, a catbird's simultaneous translation of a wood thrush song. Last night, I dreamed of bluejays. …

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