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May 8, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Cool with a mix of thin clouds and murky blue. The buzzy, accelerating song of a Blackburnian warbler is interrupted by the buzzy, accelerating song of a Tennessee warbler.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags Blackburnian warbler, clouds, Tennessee warbler
April 28, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Sunrise gutters in a gray bank of clouds. It’s cold. My breath hangs in the air like winter’s ghost.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags clouds, cold, sunrise
April 25, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Under a monochrome cloud cover, all the earth tones of blossoming oaks and birches, catkins alive to the lightest brush of a breeze.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags black birch, black oak, chestnut oak, clouds, red oak, scarlet oak, scrub oak, wind
April 23, 2025 by Dave Bonta

A smear of sun, strong enough to cast thin shadows. Four white-throated sparrows trade variations of the same song like old-time fiddlers, trying slightly different arrangements, switching keys.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags clouds, white-throated sparrow
April 22, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Cloudy with patches of light and dark and the smell of burnt caramel from town. The woods’ edge is gauzy with catkins and tiny leaves. A hint of moisture on my cheek.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags clouds, rain
April 21, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Heavily overcast. A raven flies over with a falsetto croak. A field sparrow circles the house, declaring his territory.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags clouds, field sparrow, raven
April 19, 2025 by Dave Bonta

White sun in a white sky. Off in the woods, the tattered white flag of a shadbush in bloom.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags clouds, shadbush
April 18, 2025 by Dave Bonta

The sun is at half-power, shining through cirrus clouds, the still-bare branches of oaks and black birches, and the trill of a goldfinch, which shows no sign of stopping anytime soon.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American goldfinch, clouds
April 16, 2025 by Dave Bonta

A cold wind rummaging through the forest, mixing up the sounds of crows and trains and sirens. The sun appears for a second or two at a time.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American crow, clouds, train, wind
April 15, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Two towhees tweet as I drink my tea. Finally they meet at the woods’ edge, tails flared, and one flees. Blue holes appear in the clouds.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags clouds, towhee
April 14, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Against the gray sky, one small dash of yellow at the woods’ edge: a male goldfinch. Nearby, the slow chant of a blue-headed vireo.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American goldfinch, blue-headed vireo, clouds
April 13, 2025 by Dave Bonta

It’s still cool and overcast, but the daffodils have straightened up and bright spots are appearing in the clouds. A hen turkey walks past, head down, selecting small stones for her gizzard.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags clouds, daffodils, wild turkey
April 12, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Cold and heavily overcast. A gray squirrel emerges from the woods like a ghost, seeming to float over the rain-darkened leaf duff, fur the color of the sky.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags clouds, gray squirrel
April 8, 2025 by Dave Bonta

A patchwork sky at sunrise with a bitter wind. The daffodils’ cups are all overturned. A few lost snowflakes straggle past.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags clouds, daffodils, snowflakes, sunrise
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  • April 13, 2025
    It’s still cool and overcast, but the daffodils have straightened up and bright spots are appearing in the clouds. A hen turkey walks past, head…
  • April 13, 2024
    The trees still sway after their all-night rave with the wind. The tall serviceberry at the woods’ edge is in bloom: pale foam against heavy,…
  • April 13, 2023
    Unseasonably warm at dawn, trees swaying, and I have to shake my head hard to dispel a vision of charred trunks and smoking hillsides. A…
  • April 13, 2022
    The sun eases out of the clouds. A gnatcatcher is flying sorties from atop the lilac, which has just burst its buds.
  • April 13, 2021
    Under a slowly clearing sky, the new, red-green peony leaves are still beaded with last night’s rain. No trains running; it’s all birdsong.

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