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blue-headed vireo

April 3, 2010 by Dave Bonta

Such a startling and ridiculous sound, the turkey’s gobble—like gargling with marbles. And then a blue-headed vireo’s quiet soliloquy.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags blue-headed vireo, wild turkey
July 12, 2009 by Dave Bonta

High, deliberate notes of a blue-headed vireo: April revisited. A slow floodwater mosquito dies between the heels of my palms.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags blue-headed vireo, mosquito
May 12, 2009 by Dave Bonta

April’s solitary vireo and brown thrasher have been replaced by red-eyed vireo and catbird—an adagio movement giving way to an allegro.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags blue-headed vireo, catbird, red-eyed vireo
April 9, 2009 by Dave Bonta

Myrtle, speedwell, daffodils, bittercress—who cares if it’s 26 degrees? At the edge of the woods, a solitary vireo’s slow and dreamy song.

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July 31, 2012July 31, 2008 by Dave Bonta

A solitary or blue-headed vireo—”more deliberate, higher, sweeter” (Peterson) than its red-eyed cousin—calling at the edge of the woods.

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