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cedar waxwings

May 27, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Overcast and cool. As the wood thrush fades in the distance, the brown thrasher parodies his song. Waxwings whistle in the treetops. The sun almost comes out.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags brown thrasher, cedar waxwings, clouds, wood thrush
June 29, 2022 by Dave Bonta

Cold and clear. Three waxwings join the sun high in the dead crown of a black locust, yellow bellies aglow.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags black locust, cedar waxwings, sunrise
April 24, 2022 by Dave Bonta

Cool beginning of a day forecast to be hot. The high, thin whistles of waxwings. A fantastically dissonant freight train horn.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags cedar waxwings, train

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On This Day

  • February 19, 2025
    Cold, thinly overcast, and very quiet. The spot where the sun must be glows like a yellow door among the ridgetop trees.
  • February 19, 2024
    Cold and still at sunrise. A chipmunk pops up from under the house and scuttles over to the stone wall, where it stops to watch…
  • February 19, 2023
    It’s cold, gray and still, but the woodpeckers are living it up: pileateds hammering, red-bellieds whinnying, and a downy drumming his loudest.
  • February 19, 2022
    A flash mob of snowflakes rushing this way and that. Over the sound of water, the wind: all hiss, no hush.
  • February 19, 2021
    Four more inches of dry powder. The stream has shrunk to the thinnest black ribbon between white cliffs—a body that refuses to be buried.

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Cover of Ice Mountain with a linocut of a big ridgetop tree.

What I do after I sit on the porch. One winter and spring's daily walks distilled into short poems with linocut illustrations by Beth Adams.

Header image: detail from Paper Garden by Clive Hicks-Jenkins (used by permission)

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