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October 10, 2009

Dave Bonta October 10, 2009 4

Coming back from the Adirondacks, I find a different mountain: much redder and yellower than it was a week ago, and much less mountainous.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged Adirondacks, fall foliage

October 4, 2009

Dave Bonta October 4, 2009 2

[Gone camping in the Adirondacks. Back in five or six days.]

Posted in Plummer's Hollow

October 3, 2009

Dave Bonta October 3, 2009 1

Thick fog. Silence punctuated by the muffled thuds of black walnuts landing on the lawn. The distant, mad cackle of a pileated woodpecker.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged black walnut, fog, pileated woodpecker

October 2, 2009

Dave Bonta October 2, 2009

Cold drizzle. The burble of a song sparrow. A flycatcher of indeterminate species flutters up from the foxtail millet beside the stream.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged flycatcher, foxtail millet, song sparrow, stream

October 1, 2009

Dave Bonta October 1, 2009

A sudden commotion of geese. I run to scan the sky out of habit, as if they were migratory, and their “V” still a horn open to the north.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged Canada geese

September 30, 2009

Dave Bonta September 30, 2009

The sky begins to clear by late morning. I get up from my reading about the extinction of rare frogs and go out again to shiver in the sun.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow

September 29, 2009

Dave Bonta September 29, 2009 3

Under a white sky, the trees rock and sway, showing the pale undersides of their leaves—a palms-up gesture of welcome or helplessness.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged wind

September 28, 2009

Dave Bonta September 28, 2009

Brief shower from a blue sky; a rumble of thunder. Goldenrod by the woods’ edge is turning yellow for the second time with fallen leaves.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged goldenrod

September 27, 2009

Dave Bonta September 27, 2009

Two gray squirrels in their fall colors—snouts and bellies stained brown from walnut hulls—dash past each other on the rain-slick trunk.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged black walnut, gray squirrel

September 26, 2009

Dave Bonta September 26, 2009

Overcast and cool with jays, jays, jays. A red-tailed hawk’s pale breast flashing through the leaves, the sound of wingtips clipping limbs.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged blue jays, hawks, red-tailed hawk

September 25, 2009

Dave Bonta September 25, 2009 2

All the small birds converge on a birch tree to scold some hidden thing. It never stirs. They drift away. Sunlight settles on the leaves.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow

September 24, 2009

Dave Bonta September 24, 2009

Pieces of walnut husk plop onto the driveway. A yellow leaf trapped by caterpillar silk flops like a fish a foot above the fishless stream.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged gray squirrel, stream

September 23, 2009

Dave Bonta September 23, 2009

At first light, the soft wickering of migrant wood thrushes. A deer snorts three times, and suddenly I’m seeing a bear in every shadow.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged deer, wood thrush

September 22, 2009

Dave Bonta September 22, 2009 2

Blue jays in the rain, less blue than gray, converge on an oak one tree in from the edge, tails like hands spread for a throw of dice.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged blue jays

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