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April 7, 2025

Dave Bonta April 7, 2025

Cold rain with an occasional rattle of ice pellets. The creek has risen from a gurgle to a gush. The cardinal sings from deep within the juniper.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged cardinal, juniper, rain, sleet

April 6, 2025

Dave Bonta April 6, 2025

Damp gloom suffused with white-throated sparrow song, high and thin and tremulous, amid bright splashes of yellow: daffodils, forsythia, spicebush.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged daffodils, forsythia, spicebush, white-throated sparrow

April 5, 2025

Dave Bonta April 5, 2025

Overcast and quiet, after the drama of a thunderstorm at dawn. The creekside currant bushes have turned intensely green. A hen turkey’s peevish rasp.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged black currants, stream, wild turkey

April 4, 2025

Dave Bonta April 4, 2025

A damp and gloomy sunrise. Juncos twitter in the tops of black birches. A cowbird’s liquid note.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged cowbird, juncos, sunrise

April 3, 2025

Dave Bonta April 3, 2025

Hard rain slackening after sunrise. As the drumming on the roofs subsides, I can hear a torrent of Carolina wren song and towhee calls.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged Carolina wren, rain, towhee

April 2, 2025

Dave Bonta April 2, 2025

Gray sky with a smudge of sun, as bright as the half-out forsythia against the woods. A woodpecker and his echo. The rumble of freight.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged clouds, downy woodpecker, forsythia, train

April 1, 2025

Dave Bonta April 1, 2025

Cold, windy, and overcast. The ring of daffodils in my yard offers a bright yellow rebuke to the grayness. Drink your tea! says the towhee. I’m trying.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged clouds, daffodils, towhee, wind

March 31, 2025

Dave Bonta March 31, 2025

Rain easing off along with the dawn chorus. The sky brightens, and a brown creeper on the walnut tree beside the road bursts into song.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged black walnut, brown creeper, rain

March 30, 2025

Dave Bonta March 30, 2025

Daffodils are open under a gray-wool sky. A cowbird’s liquid note. Up by the garage, a towhee is calling.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged clouds, cowbird, daffodils, towhee

March 29, 2025

Dave Bonta March 29, 2025

A freakishly warm wind seasoned with rain. A red squirrel’s scold-call launches the dawn chorus: phoebe, wren, cardinal, white-throated sparrow. A turkey gobbles.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged cardinal, Carolina wren, phoebe, rain, red squirrel, white-throated sparrow, wild turkey, wind

March 28, 2025

Dave Bonta March 28, 2025

Sunrise from under a lid of cloud turning the ridge orange. The robin sings a few bars. A propellor plane fades into the distance.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged American robin, clouds, plane, sunrise

March 27, 2025

Dave Bonta March 27, 2025

Five degrees below freezing and half-cloudy at dawn, clearing off by sunrise. The robin is missing in action, offering no competition for the caroling of a Carolina wren.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged American robin, Carolina wren, clouds, dawn, sunrise

March 26, 2025

Dave Bonta March 26, 2025

A few degrees above freezing at sunrise. A titmouse’s monotonous song. The clouds turn orange and drift off like boats into the blue.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged clouds, sunrise, tufted titmouse

March 25, 2025

Dave Bonta March 25, 2025

Dawn. A last glimpse of the moon through the clouds as the torrent of robin song is joined by a cardinal, a phoebe, the wren.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged American robin, cardinal, Carolina wren, dawn, moon, phoebe

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On This Day

  • June 16, 2024
    Cool and quiet, with the sun half-dimmed by thin clouds. A series of loud wingbeats from the forest. A gurgle from my gut.
  • June 16, 2023
    The soft noise of steady rain; birdcalls sound half-submerged. I watch wisps of cloud drift through the yard.
  • June 16, 2022
    Hazy and humid. The sun in the crown of the big dead maple. A hen turkey putting like slow motor, summoning her chicks.​
  • June 16, 2021
    Clear and cold (46F/8C). A few, blue chinks in the green wall of leaves where the ridgetop oaks have been decimated by gypsy moth caterpillars.
  • June 16, 2020
    Another gorgeous morning. The bird songs don’t change when the sun goes in, but it’s only then that I hear their melancholy undertones.

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