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December 5, 2009

Dave Bonta December 5, 2009

Steady sift of snow whitening every twig. But my eye is drawn to the one small patch of lawn grass left in the yard, those brave green tips.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged snowstorm

December 4, 2009

Dave Bonta December 4, 2009

A squirrel foraging in the leaves suddenly streaks for the nearest tree, barely escaping the sharp-shinned hawk hurtling through the forest.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged accipiter, gray squirrel, hawks, sharp-shinned hawk

December 3, 2009

Dave Bonta December 3, 2009

Trees rock and sway. The dead elm has parted with its largest limb, and the oblong scar glows a creamy yellow, like a well-aged cheese.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged elm, wind

December 2, 2009

Dave Bonta December 2, 2009

Cold, gray morning. I inventory the remaining spots of green: moss, grass, mountain laurel, pine, a rosette of thistle outlined in frost.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged bull thistle, mountain laurel

December 1, 2009

Dave Bonta December 1, 2009 2

A small band of clear sky in the west, persisting for over an hour, gives the woods and meadow a feverish glow. The sound of the wind.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow

November 30, 2009

Dave Bonta November 30, 2009

The opening day of rifle season. Deer run back and forth through the laurel—each shift of the wind must bring a different human’s stink.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged deer, hunters, mountain laurel

November 29, 2009

Dave Bonta November 29, 2009

Soft-focus shadows from the high, thin clouds. Chickadees are calling chirree-chirrup, a car door slams, a crow goes yelling into the sun.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged chickadee, crows

November 28, 2009

Dave Bonta November 28, 2009

The female cardinal—a being guaranteed to unsettle conservative Catholics—answers her mate’s anxious chirps, crest bent back by the wind.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged cardinal

November 27, 2009

Dave Bonta November 27, 2009

A tulip poplar key helicopters past the porch, shook loose by a squirrel at the edge of the woods rummaging among the spikey cups of seeds.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged gray squirrel, tulip tree

November 26, 2009

Dave Bonta November 26, 2009

As if giving thanks, the thin, wavering call of a white-throated sparrow. The dawn sky half-cloud, half-clear. A distant owl.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged great-horned owl, white-throated sparrow

November 25, 2009

Dave Bonta November 25, 2009

Damp and overcast, but every bird on the mountain seems to be passing through my yard, wings flashing like old coins, like wooden nickels.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged birdwatching

November 24, 2009

Dave Bonta November 24, 2009

Rain and fog with raven: silent, just above the treetops. White-throated sparrows and a freight train whistling at the same pitch.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged fog, raven, train, white-throated sparrow

November 23, 2009

Dave Bonta November 23, 2009

Gray morning with raven: that gutteral, wild cry so inadequately rendered in birders’ onomatopoeia as Bonk, bonk.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged raven

November 22, 2009

Dave Bonta November 22, 2009 1

The still, gray morning is interrupted by the stuttering roar of a pickup full of hunters hauling an enormous homemade wooden tree stand.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged hunters, trucks

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