A red dawn. The talking drums of pileated woodpeckers: one bass, one snare. A white-throated sparrow falters half-way through his song.
March 2025
March 2, 2025
Bitter cold and overcast. After a bit of belly-grooming, the stone-wall chipmunk races across the yard to forage under the lilac, only to be chased off by another chipmunk. She returns to her spot atop the wall and sits motionless, staring off into space.
March 1, 2025
Sun and clouds and a turkey vulture rocking in the wind. Then the blue fissures close, and it’s another gray day.