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Month: April 2025

April 16, 2025 by Dave Bonta

A cold wind rummaging through the forest, mixing up the sounds of crows and trains and sirens. The sun appears for a second or two at a time.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American crow, clouds, train, wind
April 15, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Two towhees tweet as I drink my tea. Finally they meet at the woods’ edge, tails flared, and one flees. Blue holes appear in the clouds.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags clouds, towhee
April 14, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Against the gray sky, one small dash of yellow at the woods’ edge: a male goldfinch. Nearby, the slow chant of a blue-headed vireo.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American goldfinch, blue-headed vireo, clouds
April 13, 2025 by Dave Bonta

It’s still cool and overcast, but the daffodils have straightened up and bright spots are appearing in the clouds. A hen turkey walks past, head down, selecting small stones for her gizzard.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags clouds, daffodils, wild turkey
April 12, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Cold and heavily overcast. A gray squirrel emerges from the woods like a ghost, seeming to float over the rain-darkened leaf duff, fur the color of the sky.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags clouds, gray squirrel
April 11, 2025 by Dave Bonta

It may be cold, damp, and cloudy, but budburst has come to the old lilac, once again stippled in bright green despite having to re-leaf after last summer’s drought.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags lilac
April 10, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Sunrise somewhere between showers, cold and sodden, the sky flat-white like the eye of a dead fish. No flies for the flycatchers, no sun for the wren.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags Carolina wren, phoebe, rain, sunrise
April 9, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Below freezing still, and the sky more clear than not. Up on the ridge, a hermit thrush is singing: faint chimes, as if some gate to paradise had a doorbell.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags cold, hermit thrush
April 8, 2025 by Dave Bonta

A patchwork sky at sunrise with a bitter wind. The daffodils’ cups are all overturned. A few lost snowflakes straggle past.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags clouds, daffodils, snowflakes, sunrise
April 7, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Cold rain with an occasional rattle of ice pellets. The creek has risen from a gurgle to a gush. The cardinal sings from deep within the juniper.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags cardinal, juniper, rain, sleet
April 6, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Damp gloom suffused with white-throated sparrow song, high and thin and tremulous, amid bright splashes of yellow: daffodils, forsythia, spicebush.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags daffodils, forsythia, spicebush, white-throated sparrow
April 5, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Overcast and quiet, after the drama of a thunderstorm at dawn. The creekside currant bushes have turned intensely green. A hen turkey’s peevish rasp.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags black currants, stream, wild turkey
April 4, 2025 by Dave Bonta

A damp and gloomy sunrise. Juncos twitter in the tops of black birches. A cowbird’s liquid note.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags cowbird, juncos, sunrise
April 3, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Hard rain slackening after sunrise. As the drumming on the roofs subsides, I can hear a torrent of Carolina wren song and towhee calls.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags Carolina wren, rain, towhee
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