A doe trailed by a scrawny 5-point buck. The soundtrack includes a train, a raven, geese, a wren, and a low-flying plane with a wide eraser.
November 8, 2007
Dawn finds the first snow — a faint dusting. It’s very still. Down in the pines, a screech owl quavers. The slow footfalls of a deer.
November 7, 2007
From 6:00 to 6:30, it’s quiet except for the distant whine of truck tires and the wind in the treetops, more rattle than rustle now.
November 6, 2007
Wind and rain have stripped the birches and maples at the edge of the woods. A gray squirrel leaps through the bare branches.
November 5, 2007
Venus and the fourth-quarter moon stand close together, shining through the treetops as I drink my coffee.