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October 18, 2025 by Dave Bonta

An hour before sunrise, the crescent moon makes a brief appearance through the clouds. A barred owl calls. Two hunters follow their flashlight beams into the woods.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags barred owl, clouds, hunters, moon
August 30, 2025 by Dave Bonta

An hour before sunrise, in the silence before weekend traffic begins, a barred owl’s “Who cooks for you all?” followed by a screech owl’s trill. Half an hour later, the soft notes of a migrant thrush.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags barred owl, dawn, screech owl
May 7, 2024 by Dave Bonta

An hour before sunrise, the blood-curdling shrieks and snarls of a raccoon, accompanied by the piping of her terrified kits. A barred owl offers commentary from the woods’ edge. I remain in the dark.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags barred owl, raccoon
April 29, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Night and day overlap as the moon rises through the trees, serenaded by a family of barred owls, while the first song sparrow and cardinal herald the dawn. Then the whip-poor-will begins to shriek.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags barred owl, cardinal, moon, song sparrow, whip-poor-will
February 12, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Overcast and quiet an hour before dawn. From the spruce grove a half mile away, a barred owl’s single Who. The stench of diesel.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags barred owl, dawn
February 7, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Cold and still all the way to the stars, which are just beginning to fade. A barred owl calls once. The hesitant footfalls of a deer coming down to drink.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags barred owl, dawn, deer, stars
November 1, 2022 by Dave Bonta

Clouds selectively erasing the stars at dawn. A strong inversion layer: traffic noise from the interstate mingles with barred owl calls.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags barred owl, clouds, dawn, I-99, stars
October 26, 2022 by Dave Bonta

Heavily overcast and quiet at dawn. A low surf of crickets. From the spruce grove a half mile away, a barred owl’s hoo-aw.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags barred owl, clouds, dawn, spruce
May 29, 2022 by Dave Bonta

A planetary conjunction slowly infiltrated by cirrus stained the color of dawn. A barred owl calls and a wild turkey answers.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags barred owl, clouds, dawn, wild turkey
October 6, 2021 by Dave Bonta

Overcast at dawn. The silence is broken by the periodic splats of black walnuts. A barred owl’s single, round note.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags barred owl, black walnut, dawn
September 19, 2021 by Dave Bonta

5:30. A pair of barred owls exchange queries as the sky begins to brighten. A screech owl’s quaver. Sudden loud wingbeats in the meadow.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags barred owl, dawn, screech owl
September 13, 2021 by Dave Bonta

Breezy and overcast at dawn. From up in the woods, the declarative WHO! of a barred owl. The last katydid rattles to a stop.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags barred owl, dawn, katydids, wind
August 15, 2021 by Dave Bonta

Ten minutes before first light, the first distant, barking dog. Ten minutes before that, a barred owl’s cackle.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags barred owl, dawn, dogs
January 4, 2019 by Dave Bonta

At dawn, that bright smudge in the clouds must be Venus, just above the trees. From the far end of the field, a single hoot: barred owl.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags barred owl, clouds, Venus
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On This Day

  • May 17, 2025
    A clearing wind. The wood thrush comes into the yard to sing as blue sky appears. The aspen I planted last year is already big enough to mime applause.
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    Overcast and cool. Water gurgles into the ground and gurgles out again, and half-way between, a meadow vole surfaces from the thatch, her dark fur a study in ceaseless motion.
  • May 17, 2023
    Crystal-clear for the first time since the trees leafed out. A breeze riffles through them—shifting curtains of light and shadow.
  • May 17, 2022
    Cool and clear as a morning in October. A catbird fresh from his bath picks insects off dogwood leaves with a fussy chirp between each morsel.
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    Up early enough for the last of the dawn fog and the wood pewee’s dreamy chant. Two rabbits graze side-by-side in the road.

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