Dave Bonta

Saturday June 12, 2021

Dave Bonta June 12, 2021 0

Wet, but at least it’s not raining. Wood thrush, vireo and tanager songs mingle at the woods’ edge. The wingbeats of a catbird.

Dave Bonta June 11, 2021 0

Overcast and cool. A titmouse appears to have developed a taste for caterpillars, circling the trunk of a walnut like a nuthatch.

Dave Bonta June 10, 2021 0

Downpour. An ant abandons its dead caterpillar. An earthworm dangles from a cardinal’s bill.

Dave Bonta June 9, 2021 0

Overcast and cool. In the garden, the bindweed has yet to flower, but its leaves are busy gathering holes.

Dave Bonta June 8, 2021 0

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.

Dave Bonta June 7, 2021 0

Gray sky gravid with bad weather. On either side of the road, the tall grass trembles: foraging chipmunks.

Dave Bonta June 6, 2021 0

A gypsy moth caterpillar lowers itself on a silk thread almost to the ground, then reverses course and begins inching and thrashing back up.

Dave Bonta June 5, 2021 0

Venus in the dawn sky. Phoebe, field sparrow, wood pewee. The alarm-snorts of a deer.

Dave Bonta June 4, 2021 0

Rain just past, tree leaves glisten in the sun. A brown thrasher holds forth like a street-corner prophet, hallelujah, hallelujah.

Dave Bonta June 3, 2021 0

First light. Near where the stream gurgles under the road, a song sparrow sings a dream version of his usual song.