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November 1, 2009

Dave Bonta November 1, 2009

A small flock of sparrows scudding above the trees in tight formation is caught by the early sun—daylight saved over from last March.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged daylight savings time

October 31, 2009

Dave Bonta October 31, 2009 2

Peeled flesh of a black walnut leaks pus onto the sidewalk, more indelible than a blood stain. A woodpecker cackles from a bone-white snag.

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

October 30, 2009

Dave Bonta October 30, 2009

Rust-colored leaves hiss and rustle under a slate-gray sky. A blue jay struggles to fly with its gullet full of nuts.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged blue jays, oaks

October 29, 2009

Dave Bonta October 29, 2009

The whining scold-calls of squirrels, agitation of chipmunks, denunciation of a crow: soundtrack for a gray morning with one white hawk.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged chipmunks, gray squirrel, hawks, red-tailed hawk

October 28, 2009

Dave Bonta October 28, 2009

In the pouring rain, a six-point buck rips leaves off a lilac branch that the storm broke down, his antlers the same color as the break.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged deer, lilac

October 27, 2009

Dave Bonta October 27, 2009 2

A yellow barberry bush at the edge of the woods trembles violently: two deer are stripping the fruit from its thorny branches.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged barberry, deer

October 26, 2009

Dave Bonta October 26, 2009

Most of the edge and understory trees are bare now, and I can see under the oak canopy clear to the crest of the ridge and the sky beyond.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged fall foliage

October 25, 2009

Dave Bonta October 25, 2009

Two leaf-sized flames circle the trunk of a sunlit oak: pileated woodpeckers. Wings open like a fortuneteller’s deck of cards.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged pileated woodpecker

October 24, 2009

Dave Bonta October 24, 2009

The low clouds are a patchwork of light and dark; the oaks change from brown to burgundy in the space of a minute. A bright curtain of rain.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged fall foliage

October 23, 2009

Dave Bonta October 23, 2009

In the middle of a still morning, a strange enthusiasm suddenly infects the birds, flitting, calling, gleaning, grooming, under a dull sky.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged birds

October 22, 2009

Dave Bonta October 22, 2009

The crown of an oak that was green on Tuesday now glows orange in the sun. Every breeze shakes a fleet of helicopters out of the tulip tree.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged fall foliage, tulip tree

October 21, 2009

Dave Bonta October 21, 2009

A Carolina wren trills from the springhouse attic window, and a winter wren answers from under a pile of brush with ten seconds of song.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged Carolina wren, springhouse, winter wren

October 20, 2009

Dave Bonta October 20, 2009

Bright lights appear on a storm-felled locust below my parents’ house—reflections from the second-storey windows. A hawk’s swift shadow.

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

October 19, 2009

Dave Bonta October 19, 2009

Heavy frost. In the clear, still air, black birch leaves fall like rain. A pileated woodpecker dives cackling into the treetops.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged pileated woodpecker

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