6/2/2024

Dave Bonta June 2, 2024 0

Heavily overcast and cool. Several deer are running back and forth in the woods, giving me glimpses of their red summer pelts. A thrasher sings a few bars and falls silent.

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July 2, 2022
A few drips of rain. The squeaky begging of a fledgling at the woods’ edge. It breaks cover to hazard flying—a flurry of wingbeats.
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July 2, 2021
Overcast and cool. A clatter of hooves on moss as a half-grown fawn runs past, just inside the woods’ edge. The distant ringing of a…
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July 2, 2016
A chipmunk crouches atop the stone wall. In the strong sunlight I can see how nervous energy ripples through its fur from head to tail.
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July 2, 2015
An inchworm summits the toe of my boot propped on the railing and reaches all about. I’m tempted to stand up and give it the…
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July 2, 2012
In the morning coolness, I glimpse a pair of Carolina wrens perched on a lilac branch, touching bills to pass some winged morsel.
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July 2, 2011
A pair of bindweed trumpets side-by-side. Nearby, an Oswego tea plant wrapped in webbing swarms with baby spiders no bigger than asterisks.
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July 2, 2010
In the deer-ravaged rosebush in the middle of the yard, I spot a bald-faced hornet’s nest, its dark opening fixed on the half-dead cherry.
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July 2, 2009
Sitting in great discomfort due to a sprained back, I regard a deer-stripped black raspberry cane, naked except for its thorns.
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July 2, 2008
First light. A low-frequency buzz passes between the back of my head and the house. Wood thrush song in the distance—an incoming tide.

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