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June 27, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Clear and cool. Two Carolina wrens are burbling at the woods’ edge, while a cardinal is assaulting all the windows.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags cardinal, Carolina wren
June 25, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Clear and cool. A deer snorts alarm up in the woods. A female cardinal picks a black raspberry on her way through my yard.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags black raspberries, cardinal, deer
June 4, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Dawn passes too quickly; already the cardinal is attacking his image in the window. Three moth wings rest on the arm of my chair.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags cardinal, dawn, moths
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
April 11, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Dawn comes during a break in the rain, building from one lone cardinal to a phoebe singing contest to a mob of crows. From the pipe under the road, a winter wren’s soft cascade.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American crow, cardinal, dawn, phoebe, stream, winter wren
April 5, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Dark and overcast at dawn. The creek has subsided—a hubbub rather than a roar. The cardinal who roosts in the red cedar next to the house calls once at 6:03 and goes back to sleep.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags cardinal, dawn, eastern red cedar, stream
March 26, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Red spreading from the clouds to the western ridge. Robin, cardinal, phoebe: the early-spring trio, joined by a downy woodpecker on percussion with a high-pitched dead limb.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American robin, cardinal, downy woodpecker, phoebe, sunrise
March 24, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Clear and cold as the moon’s searchlight sinks through ridgetop trees. Dawn stains the east. The cardinal wakes up, full of cheer.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags cardinal, dawn, moon
March 5, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Dripping at dawn has thickened into steady rain by the time I get out of the shower. The robins, cardinals, woodpeckers and wrens seem barely to have noticed. It’s spring.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American robin, cardinal, Carolina wren, rain, red-bellied woodpecker
February 25, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Red dawn with a moon like a searchlight sinking into the powerline cut. The cardinal debuts a new call with what sounds like a glottal stop in the middle: chee-er, chee-er.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags cardinal, dawn, moon
February 21, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Cold and mostly clear at sunrise. Long before the sun clears the ridge, the bright red cardinal is tapping at all my windows.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags cardinal, sunrise
January 27, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Meltwater roars in the creek. In the orange glow of sunrise, the cardinals emerge from the juniper tree, singing.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags cardinal, stream, sunrise 2 Comments
April 8, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Still and cold at dawn. A cardinal sings once in the moonlight and goes back to sleep for ten minutes. A small cloud turns to rust.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags cardinal, clouds, dawn 1 Comment
March 3, 2023 by Dave Bonta

With a storm on the way, the sun is a bright smear in a field of white. Still the normal early-spring soundtrack: cardinal, nuthatch, junco, crow, plane, train…

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags cardinal, clouds, juncos, white-breasted nuthatch
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