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June 22, 2010

Dave Bonta June 22, 2010

Two crows sail out of the woods with a smaller bird in hot pursuit: the Cooper’s hawk. He lands in the dead elm and ruffles his feathers.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged Cooper's hawk, crows, hawks

June 21, 2010

Dave Bonta June 21, 2010

Solstice sun in the treetops. The lilac quivers as two titmice move through, grooming it for insects. A fawn dances out into the meadow.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged deer, lilac, solstice, tufted titmouse

June 20, 2010

Dave Bonta June 20, 2010

The sun-struck meadow gives off a thin mist. From the front window, the tap of a female cardinal’s bill against her rival in the glass.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged cardinal

June 19, 2010

Dave Bonta June 19, 2010 1

The garlic in my yard has a conspiratorial air, heads coiled, beaks thrust in every direction. Nearby, a lone wild onion’s Medusa hair.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged wild garlic, wild onion

June 18, 2010

Dave Bonta June 18, 2010 1

A catbird mimics the wood thrush, call-and-response style, getting the phrasing right but little else. Venus fades into the dawn sky.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged catbird, Venus, wood thrush

June 17, 2010

Dave Bonta June 17, 2010

A robber fly rides a wind-blown leaf like a sailor on the deck of a heaving ship, sun catching the life-preserver orange of its thorax.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged robber fly

June 16, 2010

Dave Bonta June 16, 2010

Just inside the woods, the soft clucks of a hen turkey trailed by a single chick. A thrush song sounds like a threnody—slow, sad notes.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged wild turkey, wood thrush

June 15, 2010

Dave Bonta June 15, 2010

A male yellowthroat flies from perch to perch without singing. It occurs to me that most of the music in my life wasn’t made for human ears.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged common yellowthroat

June 14, 2010

Dave Bonta June 14, 2010

Coffee mug in one hand, I’m weeding stiltgrass from the herb bed. Such a delicate invader, so easy to kill! And yet so tough to eradicate.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged coffee, garden, Japanese stiltgrass

June 13, 2010

Dave Bonta June 13, 2010 1

The air is close, but it gets even closer: first a shower, then a torrent. The wood thrush falls silent. The doe flicks water from her ears.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged deer, wood thrush

June 12, 2010

Dave Bonta June 12, 2010

Already by 8:00, the noontime heat is heralded by the aimless dance of a cabbage white butterfly, the dry rattle of a grasshopper’s wings.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged cabbage white butterfly, grasshopper

June 11, 2010

Dave Bonta June 11, 2010

A rare alarm call from one of the reclusive Cooper’s hawks nesting up in the woods. Sometimes I feel like a trespasser in my own front yard.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged Cooper's hawk, hawks

June 10, 2010

Dave Bonta June 10, 2010

Sun on the windows—my hand casts two shadows on the page. The monotonous call of a titmouse gets a faint, equally monotonous reply.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged tufted titmouse

June 9, 2010

Dave Bonta June 9, 2010

Steady rain. A phoebe snatches insects from the undersides of birch leaves, and in the distant drone of an airplane I hear news of the sun.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged black birch, phoebe, plane

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