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chipping sparrow

June 2, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Cold and crystal-clear, before the high-altitude smog from the burning forests of Canada shows up. On the end of a walnut limb, chipping sparrows are mating and foraging with their usual enthusiasm.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags chipping sparrow, clouds
September 12, 2025June 20, 2024 by Dave Bonta

A cool beginning to another hot day. The chipping sparrow’s dry rattle. Phoebe and wood-pewee from either side of the woods’ edge like the citizens of neighboring countries comparing accents.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags chipping sparrow, eastern wood pewee, phoebe
May 31, 2022 by Dave Bonta

Treetops rusty with sun. Worm-eating warbler—or is it a chipping sparrow? That dry rattle. A pair of mating craneflies goes unsteadily past.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags chipping sparrow, cranefly, sunrise, worm-eating warbler
June 18, 2021 by Dave Bonta

High, hazy clouds dilute the sunlight. A chipping sparrow lands sideways on a tall dame’s-rocket stalk, singing as it bows under his weight.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags chipping sparrow, dame's-rocket
April 20, 2021 by Dave Bonta

The early miniature daffodils are mostly done, hanging limp as burst balloons. Two chipping sparrows hop among them, pecking at the dirt.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags chipping sparrow, daffodils
May 13, 2016 by Dave Bonta

The worm-eating warbler has taken his rattle deep into the forest. The chipping sparrow’s is louder than ever, echoing off the woods’ edge.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags chipping sparrow, worm-eating warbler
July 4, 2015 by Dave Bonta

In the downpour, a chipping sparrow forages for its breakfast beneath the lilac leaves, gleaning insects that sought shelter from the rain.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags chipping sparrow, lilac, rain
June 22, 2015 by Dave Bonta

Sunrise, and the cricket music is augmented by a trio of chipping sparrows, the fledgling begging for food while its parents mate.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags chipping sparrow, crickets, sunrise
April 17, 2014 by Dave Bonta

A single-prop plane circles high over the valley for more than an hour—flying lesson? A missing child? The dry rattle of chipping sparrows.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags chipping sparrow, plane
May 10, 2013 by Dave Bonta

The rattle of a chipping sparrow. The cypress spurge smells so sweet, I resolve not to pull it from my herb bed until it’s done blooming.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags chipping sparrow, cypress spurge
April 17, 2013 by Dave Bonta

A chipping sparrow foraging in the dead grass takes a sudden, balletic leap. A mourning dove coos: hoarse, as if actually in mourning.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags chipping sparrow, mourning doves
August 13, 2012 by Dave Bonta

Another cool, Septemberish morning. A chipping sparrow lands on the garden walk beside the porch and gives me a quick, quizzical look.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags chipping sparrow
June 11, 2012 by Dave Bonta

First light. The half-moon has just cleared the trees. Behind the other bird calls, an almost continuous rattle from the chipping sparrows.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags chipping sparrow, dawn, moon 1 Comment
June 1, 2012June 1, 2012 by Dave Bonta

A chipping sparrow emerges from the lilac, pursued by the high-pitched cries of nestlings. It lands and wipes its bill on a dead branch.

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On This Day

  • February 21, 2025
    Gray skies and a bitter wind. Snowflakes keep finding the open book in my lap; I sweep them off with a glove before they can…
  • February 21, 2024
    Cold and mostly clear at sunrise. Long before the sun clears the ridge, the bright red cardinal is tapping at all my windows.
  • February 21, 2023
    Interval of sun on a rainy morning—the forest shines and steams. The distant yammering of a pileated. The interstate’s whine.
  • February 21, 2022
    Sun shining through thin, high clouds. An inversion layer turns the rumble of a freight train into something I can feel in my chest.
  • February 21, 2021
    Bone-achingly cold. A squirrel navigating the tulip tree walks on the undersides of snowy limbs. Sunrise stains the western ridge blood-red.

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