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3/28/2022

Dave Bonta March 28, 2022

Bitter cold at sunrise. The usual singers are subdued, except for one dove. The occasional bang of heartwood split by ice.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged cold, mourning doves, sunrise
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  • 3/28/2022
    October 12, 2022
    Slightly warmer. Alarmed chipmunks go in and out of sync. The slow hegemony of clouds.
  • 3/28/2022
    October 12, 2021
    Still, with a flat-white sky. The throat-rattles of a crow chasing off a sharp-shinned hawk. The black birches fill with kinglets.
  • 3/28/2022
    October 12, 2020
    Rain. A red-eyed vireo is calling. My brother the birder tells me that at daybreak there were seven species of sparrows on the garden fence.
  • 3/28/2022
    October 12, 2018
    As many hours as the wind has been blowing, a strong gust brings still more leaves. A tulip poplar samara helicopters almost to the porch.
  • 3/28/2022
    October 12, 2017
    Gold on gold: a kinglet’s crest among the birch leaves. Rust on rust: a chipmunk’s fur among rain-flattened tangles of stiltgrass.
  • 3/28/2022
    October 12, 2016
    Clear and still. The witch hazel in the garden has just opened its first blooms, spidery petals a far purer yellow than the curling leaves.
  • 3/28/2022
    October 12, 2015
    Another cool and cloudless morning. The hollow echoes with the croaks of ravens. A pileated woodpecker taps on the side of my house.
  • 3/28/2022
    October 12, 2014
    Clear and cold, though still no first frost. In the garden, the lily-of-the-valley berries have dulled over like the hearts of dead moles. * This…
  • 3/28/2022
    October 12, 2013
    Several bright spots in the clouds where the sun might be hiding like a pea in a shell game. Dozens of crows fly overhead, most…
  • 3/28/2022
    October 12, 2012
    The rabbit ambles out of its favorite rose bush—no minks in sight this morning—and nibbles on a tuft of grass at the edge of the…

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