Cool and breezy, with the clearest air in weeks. A redstart slowly circles the house, singing his sneeze-like song.
Month: June 2021
Sunrise past, the last of the night-time moths are fluttering up under the leaves. A sound like the forest drawing a breath.
Wet, but at least it’s not raining. Wood thrush, vireo and tanager songs mingle at the woods’ edge. The wingbeats of a catbird.
Overcast and cool. A titmouse appears to have developed a taste for caterpillars, circling the trunk of a walnut like a nuthatch.
Downpour. An ant abandons its dead caterpillar. An earthworm dangles from a cardinal’s bill.
Overcast and cool. In the garden, the bindweed has yet to flower, but its leaves are busy gathering holes.
A late-morning pause in the rain. The sun comes out, and I notice that the first evening primroses have opened—that flat, obvious yellow.
Gray sky gravid with bad weather. On either side of the road, the tall grass trembles: foraging chipmunks.
A gypsy moth caterpillar lowers itself on a silk thread almost to the ground, then reverses course and begins inching and thrashing back up.
Venus in the dawn sky. Phoebe, field sparrow, wood pewee. The alarm-snorts of a deer.
Rain just past, tree leaves glisten in the sun. A brown thrasher holds forth like a street-corner prophet, hallelujah, hallelujah.
First light. Near where the stream gurgles under the road, a song sparrow sings a dream version of his usual song.
Four goldfinches take an intense discussion all around the yard. Two squirrels travel together much more slowly—must be mating season again.
Sun through thin clouds. Dame’s-rocket in the meadow keeps growing to extend the bloom: a slowly rising, purple mist.